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Preface to Memorial Volume xiii 

Memoir of the late Sir John Bowring xvii 

Matter and Mind i 

The Divine Apocalypse 3 

Rejoice with Trembling ........ 4 

Heaven the Christian's Home 4 

Upward ........... 5 

Changes wrought by Time 6 

The House of God ......... 6 

The Truth 7 

Hymn 8 

Mourn not as those without Hope 9 

Peace 10 

Unchanging Changes n 

Christian Unity 12 

The Reign of Law 12 

God our Strength 13 

Scriptural Hymn ......... 14 

Thy Kingdom come ......... 15 

What is Truth? 16 

Confidence in God 16 

Christian Hopes ......... 17 

Looking Upward . . . . . . . . .18 

To a Mother on the Death of a Child . .... 19 



Dedicatory Hymn 

The Tide of Tendency 

The Lord's Prayer . 

Blessings . 

The Beauties of Creation 

God Everywhere 



Look on the Bright Side 

The Innocence of Infancy 

The Dawning of the Day 

Pleasures of Memory 

Divine Influence 

Thy Will be done . 

The Blessed Dead . 

The Future of Mankind 

Truth in Progress 

The Light of the Spirit 

Brotherly Love 


Ohne hast und olme Rast 

Laborare est orare . 

Where? When? How? 

The Teachings of God in Nature 

Gospel Teachings 

Elevated Aims . 

Adam's Fall 

Omnipotence . 

Inquiries . 

The Restless Sea 

Chivalry . 

Brotherhood of Humanity 

The Life of Christ . 

Forgive as we hope to be forgive 

Evils of Ignorance . 

Hopes of Futurity . 

Doing Good 

Contents. vii 


Unity of God 50 

Scepticism .......... 51 

The Bible 52 

Confidence .......... 52 

Eternal Punishment ......... 53 

The Good Samaritan 53 

Buddhism 56 

Resurrection 56 

Faith, Hope, Charity 57 

Forgiveness .......... 58 

Confidence in God ......... 59 

Man's Destiny 60 

Resurrection .......... 61 

Salvation ........... 62 

Aspiration after higher Truth 63 

Joy after Sorrow 64 

God's Paternal Care 65 

Evening Praises 66 

Jesus teaching the People 66 

Hymn ........... 67 

Perpetual Praise . 68 

Divine Influences ......... 69 

Hymn 71 

Hymn ........... 72 

Hymn 73 

Hymn ........... 75 

Mysteries of Providence 76 

Communion jj 

Hymn to the Deity 78 

Progress of Gospel Truth 79 

Hymn 80 

Hymn 81 

Hymn 82 

Trust in God 8^ 

God near in Sorrow ......... 84 

Sleep 84 

What is our Duty here 85 

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Evening .... ...... 

The Greatest of all is Charity 86 

Jesus lives 87 

God ever Near ......... 89 

Prayer for Guidance . 89 

Trust in God 90 

Miserere Me .......... 91 

Morning ........... 92 

Evening 93 

Funeral Hymn . . . . 94 

Hymn 96 

Toleration .......... 97 

Hymn ........... 97 

They are risen ........ 98 

The Heart knoweth its own Bitterness 99 

God alone the fit Object of Praise and Prayer . . . 100 

God our Guide 100 

The End of the Good Man is Peace 10 1 

Unity of God 102 

God's Will be done 103 

Gratitude and Praise to God * . 103 

Simeon's Thanksgiving ........ 104 

Awake, Thou that sleepest 105 

Hymn ........... 106 

Submission to God ......... 106 

Easter Hymn .......... 107 

Come, Ye Blessed of My Father 108 

God is Love .......... 109 

Lord! I believe no 

The World Beautiful . . . . . . . .110 

Be sure your Sin will find you out in 

Rest of the Righteous 112 

Virtue and Truth Immortal 113 

Help sought from God . . . . . . . .114 

Hope in God . . . . . . . . . 115 

Humble Worship 116 

Hymn . . . . . . . . . . 117 

Contents, ix 


Their Works shall follow Them 118 

The Resurrection . . . . . . . . .119 

God's Guidance implored 119 

Agar's Petition . . . . . . . . .120 

Death a Blessing ......... 121 

Ye believe in God — believe also in Me . . . . .122 

The Poor have the Gospel preached unto Them . . .123 

We walk by Faith and not by Sight 123 

Watchman ! what of the Night ? 124 

Thou hast the Words of Eternal Life 125 

Temptation .......... 126 

The Cross of Christ 126 

God is One .......... 127 

Outward and Inward Virtue 128 

Hymn ........... 129 

God Omnipresent ......... 130 

Infinite Greatness of God 131 

Pure Religion and Undefiled 132 

Blessed are the Dead who die in the Lord .... 133 

Trust in God 133 

Death! where is thy Sting? 134 

My Times are in thy Hand 135 

Luther's Angel-Song 136 

God ever Present ......... 137 

God our Comforter ......... 138 

Religious Comfort 138 

Heirs of God and Joint Heirs with Christ .... 139 

" Father, glorify Thy Name" 140 

God with Us .......... 141 

Vicissitude a Blessing ........ 142 

Parental Providence ........ 142 

Jesus wept .......... 143 

Evening Hymn ^ 

God the chief Good ........ 14- 

The Grave no Terror to the Virtuous 146 

Sleep of the Grave r ^ 7 

" It is finished ' ......... 148 



Adoration of the One True God 149 

Funeral Hymn ......... 149 

Rest of the Grave 150 

Morning Hymn ......... 151 

Sabbath Evening . . . . . . . . .152 

God our only Refuge . . . . . . . 153 

Jesus the Day-Star . . . . . . . . 154 

Life's Pilgrimage 155 

Immortality .......... 156 

Acceptable Worship ........ 157 

Christian Triumphs ........ 158 

Every Thing derived from God 158 

God, the Source of all Good ....... 159 

Future wisely concealed . . . . . . . .160 

Aspirations .......... 161 

Morning Hymn ......... 162 

The Lord's Prayer 163 

Happy Hours .......... 164 

Advent of Christ ......... 165 

Acceptable Worship ........ 166 

Devotion .......... 167 

Private Devotion ......... 168 

Ye cannot serve God and Mammon . . . . .169 

Aspirations after Truth 170 

Trust in God 171 

Past, Present, and Future 171 

Virtue its own Reward . . . . . . . .172 

Life fleeting and vain ........ 173 

Loss of Friends 174 

Lessons of Time for Eternity ....... 175 

Worship ........... 176 

A Wise Man — builds upon a Rock ...... 177 

Life in Death .......... 178 

Faith and Works ......... 178 

Song of the Triumphant Christian . . . . . .180 

"Truly this Man was the Son of God ! " . . . .181 

The Resurrection 181 

Contents. xi 


Traveller's Hymn 182 

God over all 183 

Hymn 184 

God always nigh 185 

Value of Time 186 

" This Mortal shall put on Immortality " 187 
Praise . . . . . . . . . . .187 

Funeral Hymn 188 

Adversity salutary 189 

Comfort in God's Goodness . . . . . . .190 

Felix trembled 191 

" Whether living or dying, we are Thine " .... 192 

Thy will be done ......... 193 

That They also may be One in Us 194 

I will not leave You comfortless 


Lines addressed to E. B. 195 

Solitude ........... 196 

Index to First Lines tct 



T N preparing the accompanying volume of 
hymns, however inadequately I may have 
performed my task, I have been mainly 
influenced by the desire of bringing before 
the public some poems written by my late 
husband, Sir John Bowring, and which either 
have not hitherto been published, or have 
only appeared in periodicals. To such manu- 
script and other hymns as I possessed have 
been added selections from two small books, 
published by himself, now many years since. 

The first issued of these volumes, " Matins 
and Vespers," is still in print, and well known 
to lovers of sacred song, both in this country 

xiv Preface. 

and America. A smaller collection, entitled 
" Hymns by John Bowring," which appeared 
in 1825, is now out of print, and with this 
the public appears to be less familiar, 
although many of the individual hymns have 
found their way into various hymn books. 
From this collection, therefore, I have culled 
more largely than from its predecessor. 

With respect to the brief Memoir prefixed 
to the hymns I may observe, that the difficulty 
of compressing within so small a compass 
the events of the long,- busy, and active life of 
my late revered husband has proved consider- 
able. I need hardly remark, that his intel- 
lectual energy and varied abilities very early 
brought him into notice, and led to his occupy- 
ing, from time to time, positions of consider- 
able importance ; while, from the amount of 
work accomplished in the different capacities 
of the writer, the politician, the diplomatist, 
and the political economist, the details of 
the labours of that energetic nature must 
necessarily be much curtailed. 

To the Editor of the " Illustrated Review " 
I would acknowledge my indebtedness for a 

Preface. xv 

portion of the valuable information which I 
have found so useful in the compilation of 
this sketch. A few words from the observa- 
tions of other friends have also been turned 
to account. 

Circumstances over which I had no control 
have alone hitherto prevented the earlier 
appearance of the accompanying " Memorial 
Volume." I trust the delay will not interfere 
with its acceptance ; no other life having 
hitherto appeared, though such a book remains 
to be written. 

If my task has been a sad one, I may 
truly say that my occupation has not been 
disassociated from other feelings. That, in 
dwelling upon the scenes, the circumstances, 
and the thoughts of bygone years ; in review- 
ing the active political struggles and contro- 
versies in which my late husband was engaged ; 
and, above all, in pondering on the God-like 
spirit that animated, the faith in the Divine 
love that cheered, the entire belief in the 
ultimate prevalence of truth and goodness, 
that encouraged him, I too have found sources 
of consolation. 

xvi Preface. 

The political events of his early career are 
become matters of history, fraught with im- 
portance in their results to the passing genera- 
tions ; and the life of one who laboured amongst 
them, who ever sought to promote the improve- 
ment, the welfare, and the happiness of his 
fellow-creatures, was not lived in vain. 

Deborah Bowring. 



CIR JOHN BOWRING, the eldest son of 
Mr. Charles Bowring of Larkbeare, was 
born in the city of Exeter on the 17th October, 

Mr. Bowring was descended from an ancient 
Devonshire family, which gave its name to the 
estate of Bowringsleigh, in the parish of West 
Allington, where they at one time resided, 
Family records also make mention of a pro- 
genitor, one Sir John Bowring, who followed 
the disastrous fortunes of the ill-fated Charles 
the First, and to whom the monarch promised 
a baronetcy, as a reward for services and pecu- 
niary assistance. It is almost needless to add. 


xviii Memoir of the Late 

that owing probably to the troublous political 
times, and the imprisonment and ultimate 
decapitation of the unhappy king, this promise 
was not fulfilled. 

Sir John Bowring's ancestors had been for 
many generations connected with the woollen 
manufacture, which for centuries was the staple 
trade of the West of England, and which has 
of late years been revived and extended with 
considerable success in the county of Devon by 
Mr. Fulford Vicary, an enterprising manu- 
facturer, whose principal mills, supplied with 
all the most modern and improved machinery, 
are situated at North Tawton. 

Having received the rudiments of a sound 
education at the grammar school of Moreton- 
hampstead, in his native county, John Bowring, 
at the age of fourteen, was employed by his 
father in his trade, which principally consisted, 
at that time, in the preparation of coarse 
woollens for China and the Spanish Peninsula. 
He was of studious and reserved habits, 
devoting almost all his leisure to a secluded 
study, whose walls he had lined with books, 
with objects of natural history, chemical 

Sir John Bowring. xix 

apparatus, antiquities, and various curiosities — 
a museum, in fact, seldom opened even to the 
members of his family — for he was in the habit 
of locking himself in before day-break, and re- 
tiring to it again when the labours of the day 
were over. French was the only language he 
learned from a master, one of the many clerical 
Royalist refugees whom the first French Revo- 
lution had flung upon the shores of England. 
Young Bowring had an intense desire to acquire 
languages ; he mastered Spanish, Italian, and 
Portuguese, and had made considerable pro- 
gress in German and Dutch before he was 
sixteen years old. His habit was to seek every 
opportunity of speaking ; he discovered that 
the tongue was by far the most useful organ for 
learning living languages. He passed such 
hours as he could dispose of in company with 
the Italians who at that time perambulated 
England for the sale of barometers, &c, or with 
the Lucchese boys, who then, as now, but with 
far inferior wares, hawked their plaster casts 
through the country. He found that the great 
art of language-learning is to get rid of the 
notion of verbally translating the phrase ; that 

b 2 

xx Memoir of the Late 

the same thought takes another shape when ex- 
pression is given to it in another tongue ; that 
the real and exact synonyms of language are 
few ; and that dictionary aid, at least in the 
beginning of study, is rather pernicious than 

To have acquired at so early an age so great 
an amount of knowledge, it is quite evident 
that the love of learning must have manifested 
itself in him from childhood. Referring to 
those youthful days and to that quiet retreat, 
he would relate that he engaged a sister, whom 
he rewarded with a halfpenny a week if she 
punctually fulfilled her undertaking to call him, 
in order that he might betimes indulge his taste 
for study. Yet the quiet and apparently book- 
absorbed lad seems not to have been wanting 
in a love of boyish frolic, nor deficient in 
observation of what was passing around him. 
Far less was he indifferent to the tenderness 
which was lavished upon him ; he was the 
object of intensest affection to his excellent 
parents and talented sisters, and a regular and 
welcome visitor to his grandparents, when his 
grandmother decorated him with her choicest 

Sir John Bowring. xxi 

flowers. The servants employed him as their 
amanuensis, and not unfrequently made him 
their confidant. As he rambled during his 
school days, at Moretonhampstead, the Dart- 
moor hills, he made acquaintance with the 
farmers of the district, who invited the youth to 
their houses, and unwittingly ministered to his 
poetical and imaginative tastes by their recitals 
of tales of the pixies. It is not very long 
since that, on visiting the region referred to, we 
found that the delicate lad, who had become so 
well known in the political and literary world, 
was remembered by the most aged of the 
rustics of the town, where he was received with 
the greatest enthusiasm. 

After remaining some time with his father, 
young Bowring entered a merchant's house at 
Exeter as a clerk, but soon gave evidence of a 
higher order of abilities than those which fitted 
him for the desk. He became in early life 
the political pupil of the illustrious Jeremy 
Bentham, whose principles he maintained in the 
pages of the Westminster Review, of which he 
was for some years the editor. After the death 
of Bentham, with whom he had lived in the 

xxii Memoir of the Late 

habits of closest intimacy, and to whom he 
acted as executor, Mr. Bowring published a 
collection of his master's works, accompanied 
by a biography of the great jurist, the whole 
consisting of twenty-three octavo volumes. 
He now distinguished himself by an extra- 
ordinary knowledge of continental literature, 
particularly of the lyrical — or rather of the 
song poetry — of the different European nations ; 
as a proof of which it may be mentioned, that 
he published very many translations containing 
poetical specimens from the Bohemian, Bulgarian, 
Sclavonic, Russian, Servian, Polish, Slovakian, 
and Illyrian ; Scandinavian, Icelandic, Swedish, 
and Danish ; Teutonic, Esthonian, Dutch, 
Frisian, Lettish, and Finnish ; Hungarian, 
Biscayan, French, Provencal, and Gascon ; 
Italian, with its dialects ; Spanish, Portuguese, 
Catalonian, and Gallician. It was about this 
time, also, that there appeared selections 
of hymns, original poems, and other works, 
amounting altogether to more than fifty 
volumes. For his two volumes of " Russian 
Anthology " he received a diamond ring from 
the Emperor Alexander the First, and for his 

Sir John Boivring. xxiii 

works on Holland, some of which have been 
translated into Dutch, a gold medal from the 
King of the Netherlands. 

At the period to which this narrative refers, 
now about seventy years ago, great opportu- 
nities existed in Exeter for one so desirous of 
acquiring general information, and more espe- 
cially an acquaintance with foreign tongues, as 
did the youthful John Bowring of gratifying his 
tastes. The quay was, at that time, crowded with 
vessels of many nations. Most of the green 
spaces within and near the city of Exeter were 
then known as rackfields, which were employed 
for stretching, measuring, and drying the various 
woollen cloths woven in the scattered cottages of 
the husbandmen, or in the villages and towns of 
the neighbourhood. The merchants and master- 
fullers were really directing fellow-workmen ; 
taking part in the manual labour of their 
dependants, the language in which the artisans 
were addressed was invariably soce (socii). 

The principal trade was with Spain, France, 
Italy, Germany, and Holland. The merchants 
of Exeter, many of them travelled men, were 
thorough masters of the languages of those 

xxiv Memoir of the Late 

countries with which they traded, and to 
several of these gentlemen the young John 
Bowring was indebted for assistance in the 
prosecution of his linguistic studies, and thus it 
came about that when, shortly afterwards, he 
was enabled to indulge that love of travel 
which he at that same time imbibed through 
such associations, on landing in the Peninsula 
during the great war, he was so much at home 
in Spanish that he obtained the name of El 
Espanol Ingles. A great portion of Mr. John 
Bowring's time, from the age of twenty to 
thirty, was passed in foreign countries. During 
the whole of his journeyings he made it his 
rule to live more among the natives than 
among his own countrymen, and by adopting 
the usages and speaking the languages of the 
countries he visited, to make himself better 
acquainted with their most peculiar and inte- 
resting features. 

He was at this time, also, extensively engaged 
in several official missions to foreign countries. 
In 1828, on the recommendation of Mr. Alex- 
ander Baring (afterwards Lord Ashburton) and 
the Parliamentary Finance Committee, he was 

Sir John .Bowring. xxv 

sent by the late Right Hon. J. C. Hemes, then 
Chancellor of the Exchequer, to report on the 
public accounts of Holland ; and it was during 
this period that he received his diploma of 
LL.D. from the University of Groningen. 

In 1829 Doctor Bowring collected at Copen- 
hagen the materials for a collection of Scandi- 
navian poetry, and he also translated " Peter 
Schlemihl," from the German of Chamisso, on 
the recommendation of Adelung. While on a 
subsequent mission at Madrid he published, in 
Spanish, a work on "African Slavery;" and, 
about the same time, he also translated into 
French the " Opinions of the Early Christians 
on War," written by Thomas Clarkson. 

From the period of his connection with the 
Westminster Review \ Dr. Bowring had directed 
much of his attention to subjects of political 
economy, especially with respect to the com- 
mercial relations between Great Britain and the 
continental governments; and in 1831 he was 
nominated, with the late Earl of Clarendon 
(who at that time held the appointment of 
First Commissioner of Excise), Commercial 
Commissioner to France. Though not success- 

xxvi Memoir of the Late 

ful to the extent anticipated, some liberal modi- 
fications of the tariff were made. The import 
trade of French produce into Great Britain 
and her colonies was subsequently considerably 
increased, and two elaborate reports on the 
state of our commercial relations with France 
were presented to Parliament by Lord Claren- 
don and Dr. Bowring. 

After his first marriage Dr. Bowring lived 
with his family at Hackney. Both there, and 
at the house afterwards occupied by them, 
Queen Square, Westminster, they were in the 
habit of holding weekly receptions, which were 
frequented by persons of distinction, both 
foreigners and English people. His intercourse 
with the continent had already brought him into 
connection with many celebrities from other 
lands. A brief quotation from a letter, alluding 
to one of these gatherings, may not prove 
unacceptable. Under date December, 1817, 
W. J. Fox writes to the lady whom he subse- 
quently married : 

"We had a glorious squeeze at Bowring's on 

Thursday night Poor Talfourd I 

pitied ; by some bad management he got fixed 

Sir Jo In i Bowring. xxvii 

at a card table with Aspland, while Miss Rutt 

was off to the dancers In this crowd 

the youthful appearance of our host and hostess 
was very interesting. Mrs. B. has a very young 
look, full of modesty and simplicity ; at first 
sight, you would look about for her mother and 
elder sister, but a second glance discovered 
something of manner that indicated the 
mistress of the house. With B. you would 
have been irretrievably in love. Looking 
divinely ; exchanging a bit of French or 
Italian with ladies who wanted to show off ; 
criticising the last new poem with Talfourd ; 
talking politics with A. ; handing out ladies to 
the dancing-room ; conversing in Spanish with 
a Spanish patriot who had left his country 
in consequence of having written against the 
Inquisition, and who speaks little or no English. 
And all this, and much more, without the least 
appearance of bustle or effect."* 

It was while residing at Hackney, after a 
visit to Paris of a purely commercial character, 
that Dr. Bowring was arrested in France, in 

Vide Memoirs of Mrs. Eliza Fox, pp. 154, 155. 

xxviii Memoir of the Late 

1823, and thrown into prison for some months. 
He appears to have been the object of espion- 
age during his stay in the capital, but some- 
what recklessly to have disregarded the impend- 
ing danger. He was supposed to be the bearer 
of despatches of a revolutionary character ; but 
nothing whatever could be proved against him, 
and at the instance of the Secretary of State 
for Foreign Affairs he was ultimately liberated, 
with the intimation that " there was not a 
tittle of evidence against him." During his 
incarceration he received the kindest attentions 
from the British Consul resident at Boulogne, 
and from other friends. Great anxiety was 
caused to his relatives by his detention, Mr. 
Canning himself being the first to apprise them 
of Dr. Bowring's release. 

The subject of political economy, in its varied 
ramifications, was one that possessed for him 
an intense interest ; and to the latest period of 
his existence he ever sought to promulgate 
the principles of that great man, the friend and 
philosopher whose opinions he shared, and to 
whom he was so ardently attached. For many 
years Dr. Bowring lived in Bentham's house, 

Sir Joint Bow ring. xxix 

and acted as his private secretary, and the 
alliance between them ripened into one of an 
exceedingly affectionate character. He was 
frequently heard, even in later years, to eulogize 
his friend with all the enthusiasm of his ardent 
nature. He spoke of him as one of the 
greatest and wisest men that ever lived. Un- 
doubtedly there are those still living who 
recognize in Bentham's writings a mine of 
thought which may still be advantageously 
worked, and his influence has already leavened 
modern thought on all the great questions of 
law reform more than that of any other writer. 
Sir John Bowring inherited from his master 
much of his grasp of mind ; while, like 
Brougham, he possessed physical vigour, ver- 
satility of talent, and took delight in public 
life. He fretted for want of work ; was 
from early manhood a Radical reformer, and 
gave a firm adhesion to the League that brought 
about the abolition of the corn laws. Bentham 
subsequently lived in a house, Queen's Square, 
Westminster, which had formerly been occupied 
by Milton, whose memory he greatly revered. 
Sir John Bowring, with a countenance beaming 

xxx Memoir of the Late 

with emotion, would relate that the great jurist, 
on his return from an absence of some duration, 
folded his disciple in his arms, exclaiming, " As 
the hart panteth after the water brooks, so 
panteth my soul after thee, my son." Bentham 
died in the arms of his friend, whom he 
appointed his literary executor. Dr. Bowring 
fulfilled the task by publishing Bentham's col- 
lected works, which, including the Deontology, 
occupy twenty-four large volumes. 

According to testamentary directions, the 
body of Mr. Bentham was embalmed. Clothed 
in his ordinary attire, and with his stick in hand, 
it is now to be seen in the Museum of the 
London University, Gower Street. 

After undertaking various commercial mis- 
sions, of which the reports were published for 
the information of Parliament, Dr. Bowring dis- 
charged the duties of unpaid commissioner to 
inquire into the state of extra-parochial records 
of births and deaths. For this purpose he 
examined and reported on more than seven 
thousand volumes. He then took part in the 
Commission for the Reform of the Public 
Accounts, when he visited France, and examined 

Sir Joint Bowring. xxxi 

in the greatest detail the Compatabilite of the 
French government. On his return to England 
he presented two reports on the subject, which 
were published, and upon these our present 
improved system is based. It was about this 
time, also, that he carried, in opposition to the 
Government, a resolution to the effect that the 
gross revenues of all taxes should be paid into 
the Exchequer without reduction, and that no 
appropriation should be made without previous 
parliamentary sanction ; a principle which has 
become the ground-work of reform in national 

Upon the passing of the Reform Bill, Dr. 
Bowring was called upon, by more than one 
constituency, to offer himself as a candidate 
for the representation. A requisition was 
signed to that effect by a majority of the 
electors of Blackburn ; he was not however 
returned, but was ultimately elected in 1835 
for the Kilmarnock boroughs, and took his seat 
as a Radical reformer. This seat he lost two 
years later, the principal causes being his sup- 
posed heterodoxy ; the " No-Popery" cry ; and 
the part he had taken in the discussions on Sir 

xxxii Memoir of the Late 

Andrew Agnew's "Sabbath" bills; to sav 
nothing of the opposition of Port Glasgow to 
Free-trade principles. In 1841 he was returned 
for Bolton, which seat he retained until 1849. 

Dr. Bowring's career in Parliament, though 
comparatively short, was by no means an idle 
one ; and he is said to have surpassed all the 
Scotch members in regular attendance. His 
votes were invariably of a Radical cast. He 
pithily stated, in an address to his constituents, 
that he " had never voted against the Whigs 
except when the Whigs had voted with the 
Tories." He spoke often in the House of Com- 
mons, generally with effect, but never at great 
length. If we may judge by the reports of 
Hansard, it would appear that his longest 
speeches were on the improvements required in 
the various financial departments. Aided by 
the powerful support of the Prince Consort, he 
obtained, after repeated discussions in the House 
of Commons, the issue of the florin, the first 
step towards a measure which he never ceased 
to advocate and support, the introduction of 
the decimal system into our currency. 

He took a very active part in the Committee 

Sir Joint Boivring. xxxiii 

on the distress of the hand-loom weavers, on 
that for Irish Education, and on that on the 
state of the Arts, as applied to the manufac- 
tures of the country, and spoke ably and elo- 
quently in the House on the abolition of flog- 
ging in the Army. 

On two occasions Dr. Bowring visited Bel- 
gium, with a view to the modification of their 
commercial system ; and he represented Great 
Britain at the meeting of the Zollverein in 
Berlin in 1838. His communications with Sir 
Robert Peel at that period were not without 
their influence in bringing about that change in 
our commercial system which has in its results 
(as productive of free trade) proved so largely 
beneficial. It may be mentioned here that Dr. 
Bowring wrote the greater part of the report of 
Mr. Hume's Committee on the Import Duties, 
— a report which has been translated into all 
the commercial languages of Europe, and circu- 
lated to the extent of hundreds of thousands of 
copies, and that many of its recommendations 
were adopted by Sir Robert Peel. 

He received a handsome service of plate 
from the Manxmen, for the services he had 


xxxiv Memoir of the Late 

rendered by obtaining an Act of Parliament 
for their emancipation from the tyranny of 
feudal laws and customs ; and another from the 
Maltese, for his advocacy, as their unofficial 
representative, in the House of Commons. 

In January, 1849, he was nominated to the 
British Consulship at Canton; and in 1853 he 
was made Superintendent of Trade and Pleni- 
potentiary in China. He subsequently held the 
appointments of Governor, Commander-in-Chief, 
and Vice-Admiral of Hong Kong and its depen- 
dencies ; — as also that of Chief Superintendent 
of Trade in our dependencies east of the Ganges. 

On receiving his appointment as Governor 
of Hong Kong, and whilst on leave of absence 
in England, in February, 1854, he received the 
honour of knighthood. He was also nominated 
a Commander of the Belgian Order of Leopold, 
and a Commander of the Order of Christ, of 
Portugal. In 1870 His Majesty the King of 
Italy conferred upon him a Knight-Com- 
mandership in the noble Order of St. Maurice, 
on the occasion of the ratification of the Italo- 
Hawaiian Treaty; and in 1871 the King of 
the Belgians decorated him with the Star of 

Sir John Boivring. xxxv 

a Grand Officer of the Order of Leopold. He 
also possessed the Grand Cordons of Kame- 
hameha (Hawaiian Islands), and of Isabella the 
Catholic (Spain). He was Knight-Commander 
of the Swedish Order of the Northern Star, 
and of the Austrian Order of Francis Joseph. 

It was during his administration at Hong 
Kong, that the insult was offered to the British 
Flag by the Chinese Government which re- 
sulted in open hostilities between England and 
China, and which led to considerable discussion 
in Parliament, and to the temporary removal of 
Lord Palmerston from office, in 1858. 

The policy of Sir John Bowring in China, 
although the subject of a hostile vote in Parlia- 
ment, was warmly upheld by Lord Palmerston's 
Government. The parliamentary attack was 
peculiarly painful to Sir John Bowring, from 
the fact of some of his former friends and 
colleagues taking a strong part against him. 
His generous nature, however, readily pardoned 
observations which must have been made with- 
out that knowledge, which nothing but a resi- 
dence among Orientals could afford, of all the cir- 
cumstances which led to the so-called China War. 

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xxxvi Memoir of tlie Late 

But public opinion, with wonderful unanimity, 
promptitude, and sagacity, did ample justice to 
Sir John Bowring. It reversed and repudiated 
the decisions of the Commons, and the principal 
movers against him lost their seats. Nor did 
Lord Elgin, who succeeded Sir John Bowring in 
China, change the course of his policy — on the 
contrary, he endorsed, confirmed, and carried 
it out. What Lord Elgin accomplished was 
due to the vigorous enforcement of his pre- 
decessor's demands, and these demands were 
enacted by the adoption of measures more 
hostile and violent than those that had pre- 
viously been used. It may indeed be truly 
said, that in the eulogiums which were poured 
upon the noble Earl, he was reaping the 
harvest of the seed sown by Sir John Bowring, 
who had incurred the risk and the responsibility, 
and borne the " burden and the heat " alike of 
difficulties abroad and of vituperation at home. 
His policy, however, has brought the abundant 
fruit of success, and the results afford the 
amplest justification of his doings. 

In the spring of 1855 Sir John Bowring 
proceeded on a special mission to Siam, and 

Sir John Bowring. xxxvii 

succeeded in concluding a Treaty of Commerce 
with the two Kings of that country, — a task 
in which several previous plenipotentiaries had 
failed. The trade created by that treaty is 
already of vast amount, and is susceptible of 
extensive development. Sir John published 
an interesting account of his travels in that 
country, in two volumes, under the title of 
11 The Kingdom and People of Siam." 

In the early stages of the negotiation, some 
difficulties arose with respect to the proper 
official recognition being accorded to Her 
Majesty's Envoy and Suite. The honours due 
to the English Flag being at length conceded, 
the vessels glided up the Memam to Bangkok, 
and their occupants received every attention 
at the Eastern Court. Sir John Bowring was 
ultimately admitted to the most intimate re- 
lations with the Monarch, and hence probably 
the secret of his success. In after years, the late 
first King was in the habit of writing frequently 
to him, when he would address him in very 
fair English, commencing his letter with the 
words, " My much respected and well-beloved 
good friend." Sir John Bowring, within the 

xxxviii Memoir of the Late 

last few years, acted for the Siamese Govern- 
ment as Envoy Extraordinary and Plenipoten- 
tiary to the Courts of Europe, with the object of 
concluding Treaties of Amity and Commerce 
with the Western Nations. For these services 
he was created a nobleman of Siam, and autho- 
rized to wear the insignia. He also received 
the Grand Cordon of the Order of the White 
Elephant, the jewellery appertaining to w T hich 
contains specimens of curious and rich work- 

Sir John Bowring, when in the East, also 
visited the Philippine Islands, and published an 
entertaining account of them and their in- 
habitants, in one large volume. He has fre- 
quently contributed to the periodical literature 
of the day, including The Gentleman's Magazine, 
The Fortnightly, The St. James s Magazine, 
The Corn/nil, All the Year Round, and Once a 
Week, in its palmy days. It was in the columns 
of the last-named periodical that there ap- 
peared the account of the wreck of the Alma, 
which took place in the Red Sea, when, ac- 
companied by his eldest daughter, he was on 
his return from China. The vessel struck in 

Sir John Boivring. xxxix 

the dead of the night upon a sunken rock ; no 
lives were lost, but the passengers were for 
three days under canvas, on a coral reef, before 
relief arrived. Their sufferings from heat, thirst, 
and shortness of provisions were great, but 
self-denial and fortitude were displayed on all 
sides. Sir John would dwell with enthusiasm 
on the quiet hcroincism shown by the English 
ladies on this trying occasion. 

Shortly after his return from the East, 
towards the close of the year i860, he was re- 
quested by the English Government to inquire 
into the state of our commercial relations with 
the newly-formed Kingdom of Italy, with a view 
tp the formation of a Treaty. He saw Count 
Cavour, and obtained in various quarters valu- 
able information on the subject. But when at 
Rome, shortly afterwards, indisposition seized 
upon a frame exhausted by climate, and still 
suffering from the effects of the arsenical poison- 
ing administered by the Chinese during his 
residence among them, to himself, his family, 
and servants, in all about 300 persons, and which 
accelerated the death of his first wife. For 
months, in Italy and Malta, he hovered between 

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life and death, on beds of sickness. Many were 
the friends who, in various places, sympathized 
with his sufferings, and it constantly appeared as 
though the angels of God were present in human 
form, ministering to the needs of the invalid and 
of one who accompanied him, and strengthening 
both by their words of encouragement. When 
only partially recovered, he received a severe 
blow in hearing, at Genoa, of the death of the 
great Italian statesman, his friend Count Cavour, 
and diplomatic arrangements were abandoned, 
for a return to Sir John Bowring's native air. 

Some of his noblest and best work still 
remained to him, and from the time of his 
restoration to health, in 1862, until a week or 
two of his death he was ever occupied. 

He threw the weight of his influence into all 
movements, social and economic, which tended 
towards the elevation or improvement of the 
people. His leading characteristic was his 
burning sympathy with the advancement of the 
human race, and the industry, activity, and in- 
tense eagerness of his life were simply wonder- 
ful. Of him it might truly be said 

" Life is real ! Life is earnest !" 

Sir John Bowring. xli 

He regarded its occupations and its engage- 
ments as sacred duties, and frequently when, 
from physical weakness, it has been thought 
desirable to endeavour to dissuade him from 
self-imposed tasks, he would reply, " I must do 
my work while life remains to me ; I may not 
long be here." Thus would mind triumph over 
matter, and of late years the frail body was 
constantly sustained by the soul within. 

He was regular in his attendance as a county 
Magistrate, and was always to be relied on for 
his countenance and support to the various local 
scientific or educational institutions of Exeter. 
He succeeded in inducing his confreres of the 
Bench to adopt an improved system of public 
accountancy, and to admit of some modifica- 
tions into the former method of dealing with 
prisoners in gaol. In the discussions to which 
these innovations gave rise, it has been truly 
said of him, " that however keen he sometimes 
was in controversy, he had the art of conducting 
it without making enemies of his opponents ; 
and very often he made them his personal 

The whole subject of Prison Discipline, in- 

xlii Memoir of the Late 

eluding that of the Reformation of the Criminal, 
engaged much of his time and thoughts, and 
only a few weeks before his death he published 
a pamphlet on the subject. 

He attended during the last year (1872) the 
International Prison Conference in London, 
the Meeting of the British Association, and the 
Social Science Association. At all these gather- 
ings he took an active part in the debates. 
His knowledge of languages, added to his in- 
formation and experience of the subjects under 
discussion, rendered his presence most valuable 
at the assembly of Deputies from various lands. 
Never did he utter words more feelingly elo- 
quent than when, in the Geographical Section of 
the B. A. at Brighton, he responded to a sudden 
call from the President, Mr. Galton, to welcome 
the Japanese Ambassadors, who were present, 
escorted by Sir Harry Parks. 

Most touchingly was the hand of fellowship 
and the heart of brotherhood proffered by him 
from the West to the East. The assembly, by 
their silence, showed themselves in unison with 
his thrilling words, and mutely acknowledged 
that " God hath made of one blood all the 

Sir John Bozuring. xliii 

nations of the earth." At the Devonport and 
Plymouth Meeting, Sir John Bowring was, at 
the eleventh hour, called upon to take the chair 
of the Economic Section, and worked hard in that 
position. He daily presided over the meetings, 
and delivered a most interesting varied address, 
bearing upon the principal topics embraced 
within the wide range of social Economics. 

A brief sketch has now been traced of the 
career of one whose superior mental aptitudes 
and benevolent sentiments were supported by 
his constant and unwearied energy. Imperfect 
as so short a notice must necessarily be, the 
writer trusts that she has succeeded in con- 
veying some idea of the work accomplished by 
him to whom it relates. But who shall render 
justice to that ordinarily calm, yet deep 
religious principle that actuated his whole 
being ? Yet it was this sentiment, so pure, so 
innate, so abiding, that was the key-note of 
all he accomplished. He had intelligent con- 
victions ; he had a theory of life based upon 
observation, reflection, and experience. He 
looked a wrong thing in the face, and could 
never believe that it should be left in possession, 

xliv Memoir of the Late 

because backed up by majorities. What he 
believed, both in religion and politics, he knew, 
and knowing, he mastered and did not disguise 
his knowledge, and never shrank from an 
avowal of his conscientious convictions. 

In early life his earnest desire had been to 
become a Unitarian Minister, a course from 
which he was dissuaded by his excellent father. 
His earnestness and benevolence, his devo- 
tional temperament, and his powerful elo- 
quence, would doubtless have qualified him 
for such a position. But the worthy parent 
had already traced the development of other 
faculties in his talented son, — aptitude for 
language, for politics, and diplomacy, united 
to a restless activity, which might in the sequel 
have unfitted him for the pulpit. Sir John 
Bowring never regretted, in later life, the de- 
cision that had been made for him ere his 
judgment was matured. His experience of 
life had taught him that it is in the power of 
a layman, from his less fettered platform, to 
render equal, though possibly different, services 
to the cause of religion and virtue, to those of 
the regularly appointed preacher. His devo- 

Sir John Bow ring. xlv 

tional sentiments early found an outlet in 
sacred song, which flowed from his pen, and 
was ever upon his lips, like a fountain from a 
deep well of religious harmonies pervading 
his inmost being. His ideas of God were so 
full of beauty and of trust ; his views of man 
so bright and so hopeful ; his confidence in 
the future so radiant with light. His whole 
soul thrilled at the contemplation of the work 
of the Divine hand in nature ; and he loved to 
recognize in the prevalence of the reign of law 
and order evidence of the unity and universal 
wisdom of God. His all-embracing mind 
found in the great and good of every creed, 
clime, and colour the children of the same 
common Father, and traced everywhere a bond 
of brotherhood sufficiently Catholic in spirit 
to overcome the shackles and the dogmas of 
human beliefs. 

His hymns breathe the best thoughts of the 
writer. They proclaim the rights and respon- 
sibilities of each individual soul, while they 
recognize religion as meeting the wants of our 
common nature, and as given in answer to our 
aspirations after the supreme good. 

xlvi Memoir of the Late 

His first published volume of original poems 
was " Matins and Vespers," a little book which 
has passed through several editions, both in 
England and America. It consists of religious 
meditations in verse for the four seasons, to 
which are appended a selection of hymns. 
The poetry is imbued with a reverence for 
nature, the result of deep study and of intense 
devotion to the Infinite. A small volume, 
entitled " Hymns by John Bowring,"- followed 
in 1825, which contains some of his best known 
sacred songs. They breathe a spirit of religion 
and reliance on the Divine will in all the various 
chances and changes of this mortal scene. 
The volume is out of print, but the writer of 
this memoir, while extracting from it largely, 
has at the same time collected and added to 
them sacred poems from other — many of them 
hitherto unpublished — sources. Sacred verse 
was the solace and delight — the very charm of 
existence to their author. Within a few days 
of his decease he was engaged upon a col- 
lection of " Hymns for Children ;" and at eighty 
years of age his morning tribute of praise to the 
Creator constantly broke forth in sacred song. 

Sir John Boivring. xlvii 

After a life of some vicissitude, Sir John 
Bowring may be truly said to have enjoyed a 
green old age. He lived in the country, in the 
vicinity of his native city, in the midst of a 
circle of friends, his love of life and unfailing 
cheerfulness the sources of the highest felicity 
both to himself and to those who shared his 
pleasures. To his progressive mind, the great 
events of the day, and the recent scientific dis- 
coveries, were at once known. He retained 
his habits of punctuality and of early rising ; 
was a constant reader, while his retentive 
memory, added to his extensive and varied 
knowledge, and his connections with many 
remarkable characters of a past generation, 
rendered his conversation alike interesting and 
profitable. It was a real pleasure to him to 
obtain for a deserving youth a situation adapted 
to his abilities, and he would take some trouble 
to find what was suitable. " You are now 
launched," he would say to those whom he had 
thus aided ; " your future rests with yourself. 
I trust that, by steadiness and diligence, you 
will do credit to my recommendation." He 
was highly appreciated by his fellow-citizens ; 

xlviii Memoir of the Late 

he was what they termed u approachable," and 
they frequently sought his advice ; which he 
cheerfully gave, setting aside his occupations 
to attend to their tales, or to write letters for 
those who were unable to advance their own 
claims. Thus, in several instances, he succeeded 
in recovering from foreign countries their just 
dues for poor women who knew not how to 
set about obtaining their rights. 

He was endued with a temperament suscep- 
tible alike of intense pleasure and pain. If 
his countenance glowed at the sight of a 
familiar face, his grief was equally poignant 
at hearing of the death of a dear friend or 
relative. But the habitual serenity and buoy- 
ancy of that happy nature soon restored sun- 
shine to his breast, and he never sorrowed as 
one without hope ; while his implicit confidence 
in the love of God, and faith in Divine wisdom, 
permitted him not to murmur even at the 
sharpest bodily suffering. 

Sir John Bowring was twice married. His 
first wife was Maria, daughter of Samuel 
Lewin, Esq., of Hackney, by whom he had 
nine children, of whom six survive. This lady, 

Sir John Bon* ring. xlix 

who was accompanied to England by one of 
her daughters while her husband was detained 
in China, died at Taunton. His second wife 
was Deborah, youngest daughter of the late 
Thomas Castle, of Clifton, who survived him. 
On the memorable occasion of this marriage, 
which was celebrated at Lewin's Mead Chapel. 
Bristol, before leaving the altar, the couple were 
much gratified at receiving, at the hands of a 
deputation, consisting of their friends, the Rev. 
Brooke Aspland, Mr. Wansey, and others, two 
magnificent Bibles, being gifts from the Uni- 
tarians of the civilized world. The book pre- 
sented to Sir John Bowring was polyglot, and a 
very rare work ; that to his wife an elegantly 
bound volume, Baxter's edition. Both contained 
appropriate inscriptions, and were fitted with 
suitable cases ; that given to the linguist, being 
also provided with a handsomely carved oak 

Those only who had the privilege of being 
associated with Sir John Bowring in the 
familiar intercourse of life can know how real 
and innate was his love of truth and goodness 
— how sincere his feelings of affection and 


1 Memoir of the Late 

benevolence. In him were blended the wisdom 
of the philosopher and the simplicity of the 
child. He delighted in the society of young 
people, an4 would readily afford them assistance 
in the pursuit of their studies. The little ones 
too he loved, and they were readily attracted 
to his side, to listen with wondering looks to 
those tales of mingled adventure and instruc- 
tion which fascinated them and their friends. 

Such a being as this shrunk not from death. 
Resigned to die, yet reconciled to live, he 
desired not to survive the decay of his powers. 
His prayer was granted ; his last illness en- 
dured but a brief fortnight. 

His last act was one of kindness — the 
dictating of a letter to a lady, a stranger, who 
had made an inquiry of him. His last intel- 
ligible words expressed his gratitude to those 
who ministered to him ; and, when language 
failed, a beaming smile of unutterable tender- 
ness fell upon one who in sorrow and sadness 
received his last peaceful sigh. 

He breathed his last on the 23rd November, 
1872, at the age of eighty. 

Sir John Bowring, 

Memorials expressive of sympathy with 
Lad\- Bowring, and adverting to the great loss 
the city had sustained through the death of 
Sir John Bowring, were received from the 
Mayor and Corporation of Exeter, and nine 
other public bodies of that city. From several 
societies of even greater importance, at a dis- 
tance, similar intimations of respect and regret 
were received by the mourning family. 

But in no one of these expressions of sym- 
pathy was his widow more interested than in 
the letter of the body of fellow-worshippers 
assembling in Georges' [Meetings. The Uni- 
tarians of Exeter, shortly afterwards, announced 
their intention of marking their high sense of 
appreciation of Sir John Bowring's character, of 
his literary tastes and varied talents, and more 
especially of the conscientious and consistent 
zeal with which he ever advocated the cause of 
religious freedom, by erecting a memorial to his 
honour. That memorial has now taken the 
form of a bust, and this beautiful and expressive 
likeness, executed from life by Mr. Edward 
Bowring Stephens, now adorns the vestibule of 
the Unitarian Chapel in South Street. 

lii Memoir of Sir John Bozuring. 

Sir John Bowring was interred at the New 
Cemetery, Exeter, where an appropriate spot 
was selected for his last resting-place. Though 
late in the month of November, the day on 
which the funeral took place was one such as he 
w r ould have rejoiced in — bright and beautiful. 
The mourning cortege w T as followed by a vast 
concourse of his fellow-citizens, desirous to 
testify by their presence their respect for his 

A simple tablet is in course of erection over 
his tomb, which, together with a brief inscription, 
will bear the lines, from one of his best known 

" In the Cross of Christ I glory." 


HI after anb 3ftmb. 

T F in the vast material world 

No atom ever perished — though 
In multitudinous changes hurl'd 

Upwards and downwards, to and fro, 
And all that in the present orb'd 

From silent growth and sudden storms, 
Is but a former past absorbed 

In ever-shifting frames, and forms, — 

If He who made the worlds that were, 

And makes the worlds that are to be, 
Has with all-wise, all-potent care 

Preserved the smallest entity 
Imperishable — though it pass 

From shape to shape, by heat or cold 
Dispersed, attracted, monad, mass — 

A wind-blown sand, a solid mould, — 


Matter and Mind. 

Shall He not save those nobler things, 

Those elements of mind and thought, 
Whose marvellous imaginings 

Have the great deeds of progress wrought ? 
Those instincts, be they what they may, 

Of which the soul of man is made, 
By which he works his wondrous way 

Up to light's very fountain head ? 

From earth's untold materials, man 

Can build, unbuild, can break or bind; 
But from mind's elements who can 

Transform, create another mind ? 
Who rear new piles of thought from aught 

Of thought surviving its decay — 
Who ever from the grave has brought 

A spirit that had passed away ? 

If God have left no blank — no void 

Unfilled, — if in Creation's reign 
Nothing is born to be destroyed 

Or perish — but to live again ; — 
If in the cycles of the earth 

No atom of that earth can die — 
The soul, which is of nobler birth, 

Must live, — and live eternally. 

In the apocalypse sublime 

The new created world shall see 

Eternity embracing time, 
Space swallowed in infinity ; 

Each sun, each star, each heavenly orb, 

Shall one pervading light absorb. 

No temple there, for boundless heaven 
Shall be a temple ; not a prayer 

Shall by the trembling lips be given, 
For all shall be devotion there; 

All day, no darkness, no eclipse 

In that divine apocalypse. 

This world, these cycles, mortal life 
And mortal death are but the scene 

Of shifting, surging, struggling strife, 
The powers of good and ill between : 

Though in that strife, so rough and rude, 

We see the conquering march of good. 

But in the glorious time reveal'd 
Each form of ill shall fade and fall; 

And every, every wound be heal'd, 
And God, our God, be all in all : 

All light, all love, all God, all good, 

An infinite beatitude ! 

B 2 

Rejoice with trembling ! yet rejoice ; 

For in the stillness of the soul 
A voice is audible, a voice 

No will can silence or control ; 
And this the language mortals hear, 
Tears have their joy, and joys their tear. 

Rejoice with trembling ! every good 
Has shadows darkening ; every grief 

Has bliss for its vicissitude — 
Toil, rest, affliction, and relief, 

The cheering sound, the chastening rod, 

But over all the hand of God. 

Platan fyt Christian's Jfontt* 

On light beams flowing from above 
Man's course of mortal being runs; 

And with the loadstone of His love 
The Eternal Sire attracts His sons. 

What an entrancing sight for him — 
The enraptured prophet — when his eye 

Saw Cherubim and Seraphim 

D escending from their native sky ! 

Heaven the Cliristiciiis Home. 

Ten thousand indications given 

Console us in our life's career; 
They link us more and more to heaven, 

And will at last conduct us there. 

The working of celestial love 

In this bright consummation lies; 

It brings down angels from above, 
It raises mortals to the skies. 

Howe'er on earth we rove or roam, 

From heaven we came, to heaven we tend; 

Heaven is our final happy home, 
Where joys begin and sorrows end. 


" Piu elevato 
" Xel affocato rido delle stelle !" — Dante. 

Under the canopy of holy thought 
I turn to Thee ; and in the silent awe 
Of Thy felt presence, reverently draw 

Nearer Thy light ; while marvellously brought 

Within a sphere diviner, I am taught 
New revelations and sublimer law 
Unearthly, and I see what prophets saw 

When on their spiritual souls Thy glory wrought 


The work of inspiration. Thou absorbed 
In Thine own self, and all that's pure inorbed 

With an ineffable beatitude — 
Freed from all worldly taint, all element 
Unworthy — I become a light-beam blent 

In the grand Fountain-Sun of Joy or Good. 

On the Inauguration of Dr. Priestley's Statue at Oxford. 
July, i860. 

And time rolls on ! — time, charged with the redressing 

Of past injustice, past forgetfulness, 
Brings up the arrear-accumulated blessing, 

And blesses men, in that it failed to bless. 

CIre Hfctts* of <&0ir. 

Written for the Dedication Services at Oakfield Road Church, 
Clifton. 13th Nov. 1864. 

A house to God the Monarch built, 
For altars high and incense sweet \ 

; Twas richly carved, — 'twas gaily gilt, — 
For sacrifice and worship meet. 

Then said the Monarch, " Lord, I see 

My house is all unworthy Thee. 

The House of God. 

Unworthy Thee, whom highest heaven, 

Whom heaven of heavens, cannot contain ; 

Whose greatness human thought hath striven 
To compass, or conceive in vain. 

Yet in thy house my heart shall be, 

Hallowing Thy name perpetually." 

We, too, have raised our temple pile 
Unworthy Thee, — and yet we pray, 

Father ! for Thy benignant smile 
To bless the deed, to bless the day 

Which dedicates another shrine 

To holy thoughts and hopes divine. 

Here let the songs of praise be heard, 

The earnest reverential prayer, 
And Truth's sublime eternal word 

Be ever boldly uttered here \ 
And worshippers and worship be 
Acceptable, O God, to Thee ! 

(Lbc ZxwxV 

The age for damning, dogmatizing creeds, 

Thanks to the power of Truth, has passed away. 

For man hath nobler thoughts and higher needs, 
And more exalted purposes to-day : 

The Truth. 

From the soul's garden he tears up the weeds 
Of idle disputation, and display — 
Not words intolerant, but the bright array 

Of generous impulses and holy deeds, 
Are the bright evidence of saving faith, 
The best obedience to his law who saith : — 
" Seek for the Truth inquiringly — nor fear 

The guidance which from Truth's great source sublime 

Leads wandering man, through the rude tracks of time, 
To that Eternity where all is clear." 

) limit. 

The minstrel harp of Poetry 
Has touched the sunbeam on the sea. 
And to the music of the spheres 
We listen with enchanted ears, 
Singing His praise whose spirit burns 
Resplendent in these golden urns. 

We soar aloft in Fancy's car 
Beyond the smallest, farthest star, 
Which, having reached, we onward move 
To regions higher still above, 
Onward — still onward — for no height 
Nor depth can gird the Infinite. 


Creator ! — that infinity 

Is but an atom-speck to Thee, 

And what is man ? and how can he, 

With stammering lips and bended knee, 

Look upward — upward ? Yea, he can, 

Because Thy grace has beamed on man. 

Htouni not us ibosc imfbmti |)oj)x. 

My wife ! my children ! when death's hour is come, 

Dry every, every gushing tear, I pray, 
And rather smile, that I am welcomed home, 

And to a better country take my way. 
5 Tis I who rather ought to weep for you, 

Who struggle onwards, through a life of pain, 
Until you reach the eternal rendezvous, 

Where widowed spirits shall be linked again. 

Xo idle eloquence upon my grave ! 

It were ill placed \ for what at best am I 
But a poor sinner ? Yet the Hand to save 

Was stretched by Love paternal from on high. 
I b'lieve in God, who sent His holy Son 

To spread the Gospel glory through the earth ; 
My spirit I resign to Him alone, 

Waiting another and eternal birth. 

10 Mourn not as those without Hope. 

Farewell ! farewell ! time shall unite us all, 

On the green borders of the immortal shore 
Where boundless blessings are the lot of all, 

And sin and ignorance mislead no more. 
But, revelling in peace, and hope, and love, 

Our lives shall a perpetual offering be 
To the kind Father who presides above, 

And on His children showers felicity: 

Till when, submitting to His holy will, 

Your spirits shall obey the sweet control, 
And, by His mighty hand supported still, 

Celestial light shall kindle in your soul. 
Following the example by the Saviour given, 

Let His great law its sacred sway maintain ; 
Loving with all your heart the God of Heaven, 

And loving as yourself your fellow-men. 


Peace with God, through Christ our Lord ! 
Promise sweet ! celestial word ! 
Peace, of all God's gifts the best ; 
Peace, of all that's blest most blest ; 
Peace, whose advent angels taught ; 
Peace, whose promise Jesus brought. 


Our lives are into cycles cast, 

They seem to linger while they last, 

But are dim dr earnings when they're past. 

The summers of the past have left 
No traces, — rolling years have cleft 
All memories, — of all signs bereft. 

All melted are the winter snows, 

And where they perished, whence they rose, 

No now-existing record shows. 

And yet there reigns eternal Law, 
And seasons after seasons draw 
Their lines without a fault or flaw. 

So man, the noblest work of God, 
Treads where his vanished fathers trod, 
And views the skies and turns the sod. 

Where'er he looks, above, around, 
Scattered o'er earth's prolific ground 
The seeds of coming man are found. 

It was so — is so — so shall be 
While rolls the ever-flowing sea 
Into thy gulf, Eternity ! 


Christian ettniiij. 

Keep the unity of spirit, 

Keep it in the bonds of peace, 
So alone shall we inherit 

Hope, and truth, and blessedness. 
Unity — the link'd communion, 

Which with spirits, spirits hold, 
Love, the all-entrancing union, 

Scattering blessings manifold. 
To the Christian feasts, invited, 

Welcoming and hallowing each, 
All accordant, all united, 

What sweet sympathy they speak, 
Willing service, free allegiance, 

Dear dependence, peaceful bond ; 
Earth, the scene of love's obedience ; 

Heaven, the recompense beyond. 

t |1CI01T of Ifafo. 

Little by little groping through 
All nature's arteries and veins, 

Our varied musings lead us to 

Some general law, that all contains. 

The Reign of Law. 13 

Through fictions and through fancies rude, 
Some safe conclusions we may draw, 

That all, when rightly understood, 
All — all is order — all is law. 

And if by contradictions vexed, 

And pulled by various strings astray, 
In darkness lost, by doubt perplexed, 

We cannot see nor feel our way, 
Still let us know the Hand that guides, 

Will guide us through the clouds of night, 
That over all things law presides, — 

The law of love, the law of light. 

6oir our %ixm$%* 

Have ye not seen? have ye not heard? 

And hath it not been told to you ? 
" From the beginning/' that the Lord 

Will strengthen, will uphold you ? 
If, struggling through life's weary race, 
You keep His law, and seek His face. 

Yes ! ye have heard, and ye have seen, 
The Wise, — the Great, — the Holy, 

Will ever be what He hath been, 
The refuge of the lowly; 

Who from the depth of prayer's recess, 

Seek strength from His almightiness. 

14 God our Strength. 

Was it not told you from the first 
He faints not, tires not ever ? 

He still is merciful as erst, 
His glory waneth never ! 

We pine in pain and pass away, 

He knows nor darkness nor decay. 

Snipteal *§maxi> 

That Christ who o'er His Lazarus wept, 

And said, " The dead again shall rise I" 
Is "the first fruits of them that slept," 

Their head, — their herald to the skies. 
Not to this wretched life alone 

Our hopes are bounded ; Christ hath given 
To those He loves a nobler zone, 

And calls them to a higher heaven. 

But earth's anxieties and cares, 

And prayer and praise and deeds of love, 
Are but the lowly ladder-stairs 

By which we reach that heaven above. 
'Tis here life's history begins, 

When day and night's vicissitude, 
And suffering's discipline, and sins, 

And weal and woe, combine for good. 

Scriptural Hymn. 15 

For God and goodness are the same, 
On all those rays benignant fall, 

Love is the ever-during name, 
Embracing and pervading all. 

Come Thy kingdom ! of all blessings, 

Of all prayers the first is this; 
All heaven's hopes, — all earth's possessings, 

Grace and glory, peace and bliss, 
Centring in the holy word, 
In the kingdom of the Lord. 

Let Thy kingdom come ! its coming, 

By the Gospel-light assured, 
In the distant dawn is looming, 

Sanctioned, sanctified, secured; 
By the Great Creator's plan 
Heaven's unveiled, and rescued man. 

Yes ! Thy kingdom shall be founded 

On the eternal base of truth, 
By its crystal walls surrounded, 

Bright as diamonds, pure as youth. 
Kingdom of the Lord ! appear, 
Speak the word ! and lo 'tis here ! 


Wi&t is Cnttlj? 

What is truth ? said Pilate, groping 
In the darkness of* his ire. — 

Trembling, doubting, fearing, hoping, 
Calmer souls may well inquire, 

What is truth ? — that prize whose worth 

Far exceeds the gifts of earth. 

Truth — of love and light the presence, 
Truth — the stepping-stone to heaven, 

Truth — of knowledge soul and essence, 
Truth — celestial pole-star given, 

Wandering barks to cheer and guide 

Through the tempest and the tide. 

Ccrnfibxna m 6ob> 

Ever present in Thy sight, 
To Thy gracious will I bow, 

For Thou wilt conduct me right, 
Though I know not always how. 

What is mist and cloud to me 

Is transcendent liL r ht to Thee. 

Confidence in God. 17 

Guide on earth, and Judge in heaven, 
Teacher, Comforter divine, 

Noble were the missions given 
By the Father; — ours and thine, 

Guide and Judge ! O save us here, 

Pardon and accept us there. 

All the discipline of woe, 

All of mans infirmity. 
Thou the Son of man did'st know, 

Thou wert tempted, Lord ! as we. 
? Tis most merciful, most meet, 
Thou should'st fill the judgment-seat. 

Father, God ! in all the plan 
Which concerns our privileged race, 

All displays Thy love for man, 
Elevating — saving grace, 

Love beyond expression sweet, 

Grace beyond conception great. 

Christian *f)opcs. 

Grandest of heritages, to be taught 

To embrace the immeasurable realms of thought 

Beyond the lofty firmament to soar, 

The deepest of abysses to explore; 


Christian Hopes. 

Up to the farthest stars of heaven to fly, 
And master all the mysteries of the sky, 
To see the sights unseen by mortal eyes, 
To hear the unheard, celestial melodies; 

To bring the past transparent to the view, 
And to unveil the hidden future too; 
And of all time, all space, to read and tell 
The hidden things alike of heaven and hell : 

To solve all doubts — all darkness to disperse, 
And bathe in sunshine all the universe; 
And as the seraphs bask in light divine, 
May the same bliss ineffable be mine. 

^ojolung (LtptoariL 

Onward ! forward ! upward ! heavenward 

These our watchwords ever be; 
These engraved upon our standard, 

Lead us on to victory : 
Victory over all that's evil, 

Victory certain, great, and glorious; 
Over sin, the flesh, the devil — 

O'er the grave victorious. 

Onward ! forward ! upward ! heavenward ! 

This is Heaven's divine decree: 
This the experience of the peoples — 

This the tide of tendency. 

L ook ing Upwa rd. 1 9 

Lord ! complete that consummation 
Promised in Thy faithful word, 

Give to all — to all salvation 

In Thy kingdom, gracious Lord. 

Co a l#0%r an tbc <§tufy of a Cfjilir. 

" Like morning dew 
He sparkled \ was exhaled, and went to heaven;" 
That promise for the innocent was given, 

And is divinely true. 

All that is left on earth 
Shall be a sacred, sainted memory, 
For he is raised to an exalted birth, 

And heaven his home shall be. 

What could he know 
Of all the mysteries of life and death ? 
He lightly drew his short and passing breath. 

Poor child ! departing so 

He found his early rest : 
Then mourn not, Mother ! keep the recollection 
Shrined in the inmost seat of thine affection, 

Knowing that he is blest ! 

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Beyond the immeasurable space 
Where glimmers the remotest star ; 

Beyond those cycles whence we trace, 
Though faintly, what we were and are ; 

The only lights that smile and shine, 

And elevate, are Thee and thine. 

From Thee to thine we grope our way, 
But feel more vigour as we grope ; 

While darkness brightens into day, 
And faith is born of trembling hope : 

And on still-strengthening pinions we 

Soar up from what is thine — to Thee ! 

Be with us now ! The pile we rear 
In reverence — may the worshipper 

Who seeks Thy presence find it here ; 
Thyself the Great Interpreter 

To unveil the veiled — to pour Thy light 

In all its glories — infinite. 


<Tbc (Titie of (Lcnbmnr. 

Tis the same great all-influencing Cause, 
The source of those inexorable laws 

Which gives its motion to the mountain rill, 
And by the self-same impulse guided ever, 
Leads on the widening, deepening, gathering river, 

The ocean's vast receptacle to fill. 
And every wandering bee the flower that sips. 
And every bending cowslip-leaf that dips 
Into the flowing rivulet — is held 
And in resistless vassalage compelled 
Onward, by that strong tide whose course sublime 
Sinks into vast eternity from time. 
'Tis the same Power which from the womb of night 
Calls up the dawn, and with his presence bright 
Bids the sun waken into glorious birth, 
And pour his spreading splendours o'er the earth 
With ever-glowing, ever-growing strength, 
Till reaching his meridian height at length : 
It is the same mysterious, mighty Power 
That helps the cause of progress every hour, 
And — part of Heaven's benign transcendent plan — 
Develops all that's great and good in man, 
And makes him worthier in this world to be 
The heir of Heaven, — the son of Deity. 


fojxc ifrwft'g $|-rag?ff. 

" Teach us to pray!" attentive at His word, 
His true disciples listened to their Lord. 
And these the gracious sounds which He repeated 
" Father ! our Father ! who in heaven art seated, 
Be thy name hallowed, let thy Kingdom come, 
E'en as in heaven in this our earthly home, 
Thy will be ever done. Our wants relieve, 
And daily, daily bread in mercy give ; 
Forgive our debts, as to our debtors we 
Would theirs forgive, and not less cheerfully. 
Save us from all temptation. Strength divine ! 
The kingdom, power, and glory all be Thine." 


The multifarious blessings Heaven has given, 
Great, various, wonderful, in their amount, 

Are but the reckoning which man holds with Heaven, 
And for which Heaven demands a strict account. 


&l;c beauties of Creation. 

"Christian Record," January, 1873. 

I know not why a well-trained mind 
Should aught but light and beauty find 

In this mysterious home of earth. 
It seems to me more bright, more fair, 
More gay and radiant everywhere, 

From its first budding into birth. 

And when we, like the Ephemerae, 
After a season pass away, 

The earth will not be wrapped in gloom ; 
But sweeter music, lovelier flowers, 
And brighter suns, this world of ours 

Will bless in happier days to come. 

Yet we — the mists and cloud between — 
Have heavenly rays of comfort seen, 

Rays that will never die ; 
The darkened clouds are changing ever, 
And suns and planets never, never 

Fail to illuminate the sky. 

They rose at first, are rising still, 
Obedient to that Heavenly will 

Which rules alike the great, the small : 
It marked our path, it guides our way 
Towards that everlasting day 

Where blessed licrht shall beam on all. 


(Sab (Bbuj^jtst. 

Know the minutest grain of sand, 
The smallest drop of sparkling dew, 

Bear impress of the Almighty hand 
As much as suns and systems do \ 

For all proclaim and all record 

The all-potent, omnipresent Lord. 

The slightest movement of the breeze 
Which bends the flowers or shakes the trees, 
Or ripples river, lake, or stream, 
Would man but listen — speaks of Him, 
As does the loud tornado, when 
It thunders down the echoing glen. 


How much the uncharitable leaven 
Is mingled with our daily fare ! 

How little do we think of heaven 
When earth absorbs us everywhere ! 

We see our neighbours fault and sin, 

But quite forget to look within. 


We sit in judgment on another, 
And with impatient zeal condemn 

The slightest failing of a brother : 
If they to us, and we to them, 

Deny forgiveness, — have we not 

The lessons of our Lord forgot ? 

Would we who scan a neighbour's eye 
To find a trifling mote alone, 

Remember that we might descry 
A blinding beam within our own, 

It would a marvellous lesson be 

To check and cure uncharity. 

Slab mr. 

Can a vast interest veil a monstrous curse 
And make it like a virtue ? can the din 
Whose thunders drown the wail of slavery's sin 

O'erwhelm the voice — the sanctity divine 

That stamps oppression with the Eternal's curse, 
And makes the tyrant hateful to the soul ? 
Foul is the very fact of servitude, 

But the vile pleadings that defend it, worse : 
Enough to reap the harvest with the shame, 
Enough to bear the burthen and the blame, 

6 Slavery. 

But to hold up the fetters of the poor 

And prostrate slaves as trophies, and to claim 
A Gospel heritage, a Christian name, 

O this is more than patience can endure ! 

5C0oh on tin fright Sib*. 

While through life's tangled paths you rove, 
Watch every onward footstep duly ; 

And if there's little life to love, 
O love that little warmly, — truly. 

Should pleasure's rays be faint and few, 
Let them their every smile retain, 

And hope some future may renew 
The half-extinguished light again. 

While through this troubled world you rove, 

Be not to its attractions blind ; 
And if you find not much to love, 

Love well the little that you find. 

Thy visitations all-benign 

The earth illume — the earth o'erflow ; 
That ever-gracious smile of Thine 

Brings light from mists and joy from woe. 

Oc ^nnarcncc of Jfnfanqr. 

Hymn written to be sung by the Children of Dissenting School. 

With gentle words and gracious look, 
The loving Saviour spoke and smiled ; 

When in His welcoming arms He took 
A happy child, and blessed the child. 

For childhood's earliest day begins 

In the bright heaven of innocence, 
Ere wand'ring thoughts or tempting sins 

Seduce its erring footsteps thence. 

Would that, as following years roll on, 
Life's infant brightness might endure, 

And leave us, when those years are gone, 
Pure, as a happy child is pure ! 

O God ! who veil'st the future o'er, 

Through whose thick darkness none can see. 

Protect, preserve, redeem, restore 
The innocence of infancy. 


£bc githmhtg jof iln gnu. 

O the world is full of woe ! 

When will it pass away ? 
These heavings to and fro 

Till the dawning of the day, 
Like the ocean when 'tis vexed, 

And the whirlwinds tear the waves, 
So the nations are perplexed 

With their sovereigns and their slaves. 

The battle-hour is come 

Twixt the many and the few, 
And the blood of Christendom 

Is scattered like the dew. 
Great Heaven ! conduct them, do, 

In the terrible affray — 
That the tossings to and fro 

Bring the dawnings of the day. 

The dawning of the day 

Of the Gospel promises, 
When Freedom shall display 

Her panoply of peace ; 
And the peoples shall be one, 

And know no name but friend — 
Millennium's day begun, 

And never, never end ! 

2 9 

|J (ensures jof Iftcmorn. 

The old have had their days of hope, 
They worked as through a telescope, 

On years to come ; — which came and fled, 
But left sweet vestiges behind, 
In Memory's heart of hearts enshrined, 

The joys of love — the sainted dead. 

And Memory stands where Hope once stood, 
Musing on the vicissitude 

Which in the future blinds the past, 
The will be, — has been, — shade on shade 
Succeeding, — till time's scenes are made 

A twilight dimly traced at last. 

Dibtne ^Influence. 

O humble thy heart in His sight, 

Who all that heart's weaknesses knows j 

His overflowing of mercy and might 
All strength, all salvation bestows. 

Our clouds are dispersed by His light, 

Our blindness is cleared by His sight. 

Divine Influence, 

In the coldness of life, in the ashes 
Of death, there is hidden a spark, 

Which, breathed on by Deity, flashes 
Its rays on the destinies dark 

Of man — in his pilgrimage drear, 

Of man — on his death-bed and bier. 

%\$ Mill ht torn*. 

Father, I bend before Thy sacred shrine, 
In grateful reverence to Thy will divine, 
And I, Thy child, rejoicing, make it mine 
Because, oh ! all benignant One, 'tis Thine. 
Guided by Thee, I know that each design 
Is love and mercy ; and in every line 
Can trace a purpose, blessed and benign. 
How should I then reprove Thee or repine, 
Whose highest ends with gentlest means entwine. 
In whom all wisdom, kindness, care combine ? 

Is it not death to summon all 
The records of the past — to call, 
From every niche in Memory's hall, 

The Blessed Dead. 3 t 

The fancies of departed hours, 
And find a desolate blank around 
A stormy sea — a barren ground 
Pitch darkness — and a sullen sound 

That fades, while gathering silence lowers ? 

Is it not death ? The dead are free, 
The past is past, for them and me 
To all that was — and ceased to be ; 

And far as they — and lost as they 
To childhood's joys — to youth's gay dream — 
To manhood's early gladdening gleam — 
Time's stream — time's ever- rolling stream — 

Hath borne us, e'en like them, away. 

Time ! they are slumbering and are blest, 
We slumber, but with aching breast, 
We die — but do not know the rest. 

Yet know — they have no earthly care, 
Xo earthly discords shock their ears, 
Xo earthly sorrows force their tears, 
Xo earthly dangers rouse their fears, 

At rest ! O could we join them there ! 


%\t $\ximi of Utitnhinir. 

We copy from the pages of a contemporary the following beautiful 
lines addressed by Sir W. a Beckett 

To Sir John Bowring. 

What is the future of mankind, 

Its progress or its light to me, 
In the deep craving of my mind 

That it may now illumined be ? 
Not for himself, but for his race, 

Shall I be told that man was made ? 
Is earth, then, his abiding place ? 

And are his bones beneath it laid, 
Manure-like, but to pave the way 
For crops of more enlightened clay ? 

It cannot be. Sufficient light 

Hath man for all God asks of Him, 
Though now it may be clear and bright, 

And now it be but faint and dim. 
Such difference is of His design 

Whose ends beyond our knowledge lie : 
We know that they must be benign, 

That all goes well beneath His eye, 
Who rules and watches from above 
The work of His almighty love. 

The Future of Mankind. 33 

For each of us the time and place 

That shape our doom is now and here ; 
And in ourselves we all may trace 

Enough to make our duty clear. 
Xot in the page of any book, 

Give it what sacred name we may, 
Must we alone for guidance look ; 

The Bible of supremest sway 
Lives in the human heart and mind, 
As all who seek it there will find. 

The world is wiser for its age \ 

But He who progress made its law, 
Well pondered each successive stage, 

Nor one repents that he foresaw. 
" Better than cycle of Cathay — 

Of Europe fifty years." Is't so ? 
How dare we aught were better say 

Than is — until we better know ! 
Throughou the Future — Present — Past — 
God is o'er all, from first to last. 


Cnttlj ht |)r00r*g8. 

The subjoined poem having been addressed to Sir John Bowring, he 
wrote for the Paper in which it was published the following 
Reply to Sir W. a Beckett. 

Yes ! hopeful — trustful — onward ever, 
Each helping each — all urging all ; 

The mighty stream, receding never ; 
The rippling flow — the waterfall. 

Slow — swift, but irresistibly, 

Rolls the grand tide of tendency ! 

There are who moor their heavy barge, 

As fain to stop the river's course, 
But there it rots upon the marge : 

While with untired, majestic force, 
As planets circling round the sun, 
The confluent current hastens on. 

Whither ? we know not ; but we know 
The law of progress — better, best ; 

More thought, more truth, more beauty glow, 
As in their varying race or rest 

Our still advancing spirits move, 

Towards wider spheres of light and love. 


(The iCigbt ai tin Spirit. 

The summer was made by Thee, 
There's joy and hope in its birth, 

There's joy in its memory, 
7 Tis the festival of earth. 

In the rays of the summer sun 
Its beauty, — its light, — its love, 

We may trace the Eternal One 
As He rules and smiles above. 

But where is the summer of mind, 
And where the sun of the soul, 

To brighten, to bless, to bind, 
And overlook the whole ? 

From the same creative Might 

Which the glorious noon has given, 

Descends the Spirit's light, 

And all shines down from Heaven. 

tirotbcrln ^jDbc. 

The strong and sovran links that bind 
The sympathizing mind with mind, 
Were moulded in the courts above ; 
And kind design of Heavenly love, 

D 2 

36 Brotherly Love. 

For wondrous workings to be done, 
By mingling many hearts in one. 
In one ! That holy unity 
Which in God's purposes we see, 
Doth all in one communion blend ; 
Love is their origin and end, 
While the best fruits of love we bless, 
In peace, and truth, and happiness. 

If any thought could make us blest, 
And put all doubts, all fears at rest, 
; Tis this — that God, who all controls, 
Shepherd and Saviour of our souls, 
Has unto us the promise given, 
And made us sons and heirs of heaven. 
And while our eyes, around us glancing, 
Streams, fountains, plains, and forests see 
Unchanged, while man is still advancing, 
Immutable his destiny. 

And what his fathers saw of old, 
He and his children will behold \ 
The seasons, in their wonted bounds 
Still following their eternal rounds. 
While man is marching — marching on, 
Until his earthly race is done \ 
And other generations will 
Follow his course — progressive still, 
In that divine and upward path, 
Which neither end nor limit hath. 

Brotherly Love. u 

Tis in this forward march that man 
To man is most allied, and can 
So best promote that brotherhood 
Which, being better understood, 
Will most extend the field of good ; 
And be a mighty talisman, 
Working its wondrous mission out, 
In spite of weakness, fear, and doubt. 

Suggested by Mrs. Barrett Browning's beautiful paraphrase of 
Psalm 127, v. 2. 

In our unreason and unrest, 
How little know we what is best ! 

How little can explore the deep 
Whence emanates our weal and woe ! 
But this we feel, and this we know, 

" God giveth His beloved sleep." 

He, while we ramble far about 

In realms of darkness and of doubt, 

Doth His eternal counsels keep ; 
Watches our ways, supplies our needs, 
Strengthens the weak, the wanderer leads. 

And "giveth His beloved sleep !" 

38 Hymn. 

But gifts there are which, though pursued 
With passion by the multitude, 

Who idly sow, and blindly reap ; 
Rank, fortune, fame, not these — not these — 
Are God's supreme benignities : 

" He giveth His beloved sleep !" 

His own beloved, — they are not 
Of princely pomp or lofty lot, — 

The gay, the vain, the proud, who sweep 
The noisy paths of life along ; 
To some serener joys belong — 

" He giveth His beloved sleep !" 

Sleep, sweetest dowry ! gift divine 
To thirsting souls, to hearts that pine, 

To world-o'erwearied eyes that weep ; 
To these He brings a blest release, 
Prepares a bed of endless peace, 

And "giveth His beloved sleep 1" 

(Dime (m&i untr olmc llast. 

: Ohne hast und ohne Rast," 
Is the immutable decree 
Of the present, — of the past, — 

Of the future, — and shall be 
Long as time itself shall last, 
Even through eternity. 

Olinc hast und oJnie Rast. 39 

Never resting, never hasting, 

Cycled centuries roll away ; 
Time repairs what time is wasting, 

Years restore what years decay : 
Laws eternal rule the whole, 
Charm the sense, and raise the soul. 

O what marvellous Eye, inspecting, 

Sees the immeasurable scene; 
O what wondrous Hand, directing, 

Guides the complicate machine : 
Tiring, wandering, lingering never, 
Lasting unimpaired for ever ! 

^Cabontrc tst oxwct. 

" To labour is to pray" — a truth 

Brought from old times for me and you, 
Fit to be learnt by age and youth, 

A word as useful as 'tis true : 
In healthful labour, silent prayer, 
A welcome offering may be there. 


Wihm ? ffl$m ? f 0to ? 

Where ? Tell me what shall be the spot 
Where I shall rest from earthly care ? 

You need not tell — it matters not 
To senseless dust and ashes — where ! 

When ? Shall it be my mortal fate 

Longer or shorter to remain 
Waiting for death or soon, or late ? 

How little does it matter when ! 

How? That is wrapt in mystery; 

I ask not its solution now : 
He who directs all issues, — He, 

And He alone, can order — how ! 

But this my trust, my joy shall be, 

The where, the when, the how, are His 

Whose infinite benignity 

Is love and light, and peace and bliss I 

(Tbc (Teachings of 6ob in Haturc. 

Not in shifting undulations 

Has the word of God been spoken, 

But in constant revelations, 
Never silent, never broken. 

The Teachings of God in Nature. 41 

Not in sudden brightness glaring, 

Soon to be obscured in night, 
But in glories ever streaming 

From an ever-loving light. 

Not alone in books we read His 
Lessons, always broadly given ; 

Man will find them where his need is, 
Everywhere in earth and heaven. 

Every sunbeam is a letter 

In the ever-glowing word ; 
Yet more eloquent and better 

In the heart's responses heard. 

Heard when the astounding thunders 

Burst upon our listening ears, 
Yet more plainly in the wonders 

Of the music of the spheres. 

Sound and silence ever giving 
Equal witness — weal and woe — 

Sleeping — waking — dying — living, 
All around, above, below. 


6ospc.l f£m{pngs. 

There was a day in ancient time 

(It took its name from the bright Sun 

That beams upon the orient clime), 
When in the ripened corn-fields One 

Of God's most eloquent instructors, wheat 
Plucked from the ear, and to the crowd 
Uttered His gentle mandate loud, 

" These are Heaven's gifts — rejoice and eat." 

" The Sabbath," said the holy sage, 

" Was made for man a cheerful day ; 
When those I teach, from age to age, 

Should be both gratulant and gay. 
I bring them no lugubrious word, 

I call them unto love and light, 
And little they obey the Lord 

Who make religion gloom and night." 

(Elcbaictr %vm. 

O garland not the worthless weeds 
Which shade the sweet flowers in the meads. 

Neglecting the most bright and fair 
Like undiscerning zealots do, 
Who rather love the false than true, 

And to the grain prefer the tare. 

Elevated Aims. 43 

Strange, that so many set their store 
Not on the glorious golden ore, 

But in the very worthless dross ; 
Their minds with heaps of rubbish filled, 
Untrained — unexercised — unskilled 

To sever mental gain from loss. 

Ours be a higher, nobler goal, 
To cultivate the sense and soul, 

Not with the useless and the rude : 
But with truth's ever-during charm 
The powers of darkness to disarm, 

And fill the world with light and good. 

pant's Jfall. 

You tell me Adam fell, — he fell, — 
"What has his fall to do with me ? 

If we but walk erect and well, 
What matters it to us that he 

Fell, — listening to the Syren tongue 

Of one who on his bosom hung ? 

The offence, whatever it was, was his ! 

As my offences must be mine ; 
And all that was, and all that is, 

Beneath the Sovereign Eye divine, 
Fit pain or penalty shall meet, 
From the all-judging mercy-seat. 



As planets round the central sun 
In their eternal orbits shine, 
So million lamps of light divine 
Circle about The only One. 
That only One — the first, the last, 
Lord of the future, — present, — past, 
He over all, — alone, — supreme, 

The unseen, — the unapproachable, 
Near whom all other lights are dim. 

|fn quirks. 

What need we care for when or where 
The seed was grown the harvest grew, 

If in its fruits, when gathered there, 
We find the good, the wise, the true 

Bringing the beautiful and bright, — ■ 

Why ask me whence the heavenly light ? 

? Twas not alone on Gherizim, 

Not only at Jerusalem, 
That man has heard the holiest hymn, 

That man has seen the loveliest gem 
From Heaven above, descending down 
Tillume the cave — or deck the crown. 


Cbc Mcsilcss %tn. 

The restless — restless sea, 
By night, — by day, — in ebb and flow, — 
Yet every shifting tide, we know, 
Is driven by that eternal law 
Which has no failing, fault, or flaw, — 

Which ruled, and rules eternally. 

It takes its course from day to day 

In changeless changes, resistless power, 
Rises and falls from hour to hour, 

Impelled by an Almighty sway. 

We know the present, — know the past, — 
And know that it will ever last. 

For the same Wisdom which at first 

Created all, and all maintains, 
Will be omnipotent as erst, 

While twilight, light, or darkness reigns ; 
But to the mind that views aright, 
There is no darkness, — all is light. 

4 6 

Now tell me what is chivalry ? 
To battle in the foremost fight 
For anything — for wrong — for right, 
For some fair lady's scornful smile, 
For what is virtuous, what is vile, 
Come, tell me, is this chivalry? 

No ! in the men for truth who pant, 
In wretchedness and woe and want, 
Who bear the world's contemptuous hate, 
With patient soul, with heart elate. 
No ! in the woman in whose home 
No peace is found, no comforts come, 
Yet bends in silence, — feeling still 
'Tis God's most kind, most holy will, 
This — this is truest chivalry ! 

%t£Abtxbaab jof l]umamfi). 

From the sacred banks, where Ganges 
Pours its strong, majestic flood, 

From Himalaya's mountain ranges 
Come the strains of brotherhood ; 

Brotherhood's fraternal strain, 

Which the West shouts back again. 

Brotherhood of Humanity. 47 

In the warmth of love's embraces, 

Brothers all of every tongue, 
Of all colours, ranks, and races, 

To one family belong; 
Marching on their various road, 
Children of a common God. 

%\t fife of Cferisl 

The Life of Christ ! — that loveliest book, 
. Of all man's trust, the history ; 
On which admiring ages look 
With ever-growing sympathy. 

The Life of Christ ! — could miracles 

Make that bright history brighter shine ? 

Add to the touching tales it tells, 

The works of love, — the words divine ? 

The Life of Christ ! — that life survives, 
And speaks with an undying breath, — 

A life more grand than other lives, 
A life which triumphs over death. 

The Life of Christ ! — that man whom men 
Have deified, — yet through the glare 

Have less of truth and virtue seen 
Than in their natural grace, as there. 

4 8 

Jforgibje, as toe Ijopc to ht forgxtoa. 

Kind Father of the human race, 

From whom we come, in whom we live. 

Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling-place, 
And when Thou nearest, O ! forgive. 

AVe know there's much to be forgiven — 
Our meaner thoughts of earthly birth • 

We know we cannot hope for heaven 
In these inferior realms of earth. 

And yet of heaven we have a taste, 
Of brighter blessing from above, 

When over our mean earthly waste 

There beams Heaven's radiant light of love. 

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From hollowest things the harshest noises 

Come forth, — from trumpet, fife, or drum \ 
From shallowest minds, the loudest voices 

In overwhelming cataracts come ! 
Where ignorance is most apparent, 

There stands presumption, close ally ; 
Where darkest folly dwells inherent, 

There is the boldest shout and cry. 


Dopes jof $nhxxxtg. 

Why is the voice of wisdom hushed 

At some stern despot's harsh command ? 

Why the inquiring spirit crushed 
By prelate, or by princely hand ? 

Why is the uptending reason kept 
In some foul prison, dreary, dark ? 

Why must we sleep as those who slept, 
Stark-blinded, to the heavenly spark ? 

Are w r e not born for brighter days, 

By nobler guides securely led ? 
May we not on the sunshine gaze, 

And walk where flowers and fruits are spread ? 

W T hile circling stars and central sun, 

And moons and moons and planets roll, 

And rivers in their currents run, 

Say, what shall stop the advancing soul ? 

JlOUTCj; (§00&, 

Written for a School. 

If the hours of life are fleeting, 
Let those hours be well employed ! 

Working, resting, parting, meeting, 
Life was given to be enjoyed. 


50 Doing Good. 

And the enjoyment that is meetest, 

In this life's vicissitude, 
Best, and holiest, and sweetest, 

Is the bliss of doing good. 

Doing good ! 'tis this that measures 

Every merit, every claim : 
Life's a school, and books are treasures 

To direct us in our aim. 
Wisely taught and well directed, 

May our fleeting hours be past, 
And by Heavenly care protected, 

May we meet in heaven at last. 

Mirth ai <to< 

For the opening of Christ Church, Devonport. 

Undivided Unity ! 
Thankfully and reverently, 
Father, God ! we raise to Thee 

This memorial pile ! 
Smile upon Thy servants now, 
Hear their prayer — accept their vow, — 
Source of light and love, do Thou 

On our worship smile. 

Unity of God. 5 [ 

Here may Truth her wings extend \ 
Here may zeal and knowledge blend; 
Here may friend encourage friend, 

In the onward road, 
Which through gladness and through gloom, 
Thorns that wound, and flowers that bloom, 
Cradle, pilgrimage, and tomb, 

Leads us all to God ! Amen. 


If to deny that God hath cursed the child, 
And doomed it to perdition — to deny 
That He, who sits and reigns above the sky, 

Hath, in His unquenched wrath and vengeance w T ild, 
Doomed man to endless misery, then am I 

An unbeliever bold; and though reviled, 
Will lift an energetic voice on high, 

And call on Heaven, as merciful as mild, 
To help me to denounce the calumny 
Which outrages thy Providence and Thee, 

Making Thee not a Father, but a fiend. 
No ! this is not religion — this is not 
A divine beauty, but a damned blot — 

Wash it out, every wave ! disperse it, every wind ! 

e 2 


ft&« §ihk. 

Who is my Christian brother linked with me 
In true communion ? He, with whom I look 
In common reverence on that sacred Book, 

Where, mingled with divinest truth, we see 

The vestiges of man's infirmity; 

The ignorance which, half-informed, mistook 
The seeming for the real. As the brook 

Conveys the worthless pebbles to the sea, 

With the rich waters, which in mists ascend, 
And will fall down in earth-refreshing showers, 
So are the blessings of the Bible ours ! 

Where truths sublimely, beautifully blend, 
With the records of virtue, where abide 
More light, more love, than in all books beside. 


Is it not strange that men who loudest boast 

Of the unshaken basis of their faith, 
Are those who tremble most and threaten most, 

If any thought or word of doubt gainsayeth 
Their bold asseverations ? They are lost 

In their perplexities, if e'er the torch 
Of light intrude into their dark recess; 

They fly like midnight spectres from the porch 

Confidence. 5 3 

Of Truth's resplendent temples, where the sun 
Shines with mist-scattering majesty upon 
Their fears, their follies, and their feebleness. 

Sad contrast to that greatly-gifted one 
Whose counsel was : " Prove all things, and hold fast 
By what is good ! — for what is good will last." 

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Strange faith ! strange fancy ! that can revel 
In doctrines which, if true, would make 

Of man, a wretch; — of God, a devil — 
And our salvation a mistake ; 

And the Eternal's proclamation 

A very fiat of damnation ! 

£Ijt 600ft Samaritan, 

Passing Berytus' ancient strand, 

I journeyed in the Holy Land, 

And made my way to Sychar's wall; 

And there, within his princely hall, 

By the kind ruler of the place 

Was welcomed. Stretching out his hand, 

With wonted Oriental grace; 

54 The Good Samaritan. 

Then said he smilingly: " Now come, 
And make my house your own — your home." 
He led me to his soft divan, 
Where stood a grave Samaritan, 
One of the few of that sad band, 
Thin scattered o'er their native land, 
Where still they chant their grateful hymn 
Upon the sainted Gherizim. 

He took me to the temple there, 
And with a reverential air 
Placed in my hands, while he unrolled, 
That record, so rumoured of old, 
Which speaks in language clear and bold 
What seemed celestial words to him : 

" Avoid the tempting words of them 
Who worship at Jerusalem: 
Go thou and thine to Gherizim." 
"What brings you, Christian, to this place? 
What interests you in our poor race ?" 
He asked. I told him, smiling too, 
Of that sweet tale our youth had heard, 
And charmed the wondering sheikh appeared, 
Exclaiming — " O, that tale is true !" 
This was the tale. A certain man, 
While journeying from Jerusalem 
To Jericho, met robber bands, 
And fell into their treacherous hands : 
They robbed him, wounded him, and fled, 
Leaving their victim nearly dead. 

The Good Samaritan. 55 

A certain priest passed there by chance, 
And turned with an averted glance 
On t'other side. A Levite then 
Came — looked, and with cold disdain 
He marched away. But lo ! at last, 
By pity moved, a traveller passed, 
And raised the weary, wounded man — 
That traveller, a Samaritan ! 

He gave him wine to drink : he poured 
The fragrant oil upon his breast; 
And heart, and hope, and strength restored, 
He placed him on his cherished beast; 
Conveyed him to an inn, and there 
Commended him to every care; 
And, ere he left, he called the host, 
" And here are pennies two," he said : 
" Know that thy kindness is not lost ; 
All, all, shall amply be repaid : 
All that thou spendest 111 repay, 
Thankful, at some not distant day." 
Now hear the voice of Jesus say, 
"These are the deeds I ask of you: 
This is the friend, the neighbour true, 
My follower is this pitying man, 
And he is a Samaritan. 
So learn the lesson now from me, 
And diligently do as he." 


Abstraction from all thought, all care, all love, 
All hatred and all sympathy; can this — 
This soul-annihilation — be Heaven's bliss ? 

This, virtue's highest recompense above, 

After life's turbulent troubles ? This Divine — 
This worthy of the Godhead ? Higher far, 
Even as infinites to nothings are, 

The very feeblest dawnings which enshrine 

Our God, our Father! for, though faint and dim 
Our visual organs, yet we see in them — 

All active as creation — neither rest 

Nor weariness, but from the source of might 
He pours out ceaseless tides of love and light — ■ 

Blessing with busiest energies, and blest ! 


' Now is Christ risen from the dead and become the first fruits of 
them that slept." — i Cor. ch. xv. v. 20. 

Christ is risen from the dead — He is risen, 

First fruit of the sleeping is He ; 
He rose from death's desolate prison, 

He hath made all His followers free ! 

Resurrection. 57 

He is risen — is risen ! Our voices, 
To hail the great triumph unite, 

While earth from its centre rejoices, 
And heaven re-echoes delight. 

He is risen — is risen ! The tiding 

From planet to planet afar 
On the wings of the lightning is riding ; 

Star heralds the victry to star. 
Generation salutes generation, 

With the mighty, the magical word ; 
All space and all time shout, "Salvation !'" 

In the name of the conquering Lord. 

Jfaitjr, itlopc, Cbaritn. 

1 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three, but the 
greatest of these is charity." — i Cor. ch. xiii. v. 13. 

Heaven's great triad still abideth, 

The divinely blended Three, — 

Faith, Hope, and Charity, — 
Over all supreme presideth. 

Faith in Him whose love protecteth, 
And through sorrow, sin, and strife, 
As His power to all gave life, 

All controlieth, all directeth. 

5 8 Faith, Hope, Charity. 

Hope — that like a constellation, 
Ever smiling from above, 
Brings with ever-living love 

God's bright promise of salvation. 

Charity — of all supremest, 

Greatest, noblest of the three — 
Beam upon us, Charity ! 

Bringing blessings as thou beamest. 

* Father, forgive them ; they know not what they do." 

Luke ch. xxiii. v. 34. 

Look to Jesus — sufferings gather 

Round Him, piercing through and through : 
Hear Him — " O forgive them, Father, 

For they know not what they do !" 

Great their crimes, but His compassion 
Than those crimes is greater still, 

While He bends in lowliest fashion 
To the Father's sovereign will. 

When injustice, when oppression, 

Our unguarded steps pursue, 
Let us make the sweet confession, 

That " they know not what they do." 

Forgiveness, 59 

And in patience and in meekness 
To the tempest bow our head, 

And with sighs for mortal weakness, 
I hvell on what the Saviour said : 

Words of holiest resignation, 

Soothing words and strengthening too, 
Words of hope and consolation — 

For " they know not what they do." 

Cmifibcntc in 6 oft. 

' Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof." — Matt. ch. iv. v. 34. 

Await not with dismay 

To-morrow's threatening things ; 

Sufficient to the day 
The evil that it brings. 

O take no anxious thought, 

If clouds of gloom prevail ; 
The past its blessings brought, 

The future shall not fail. 

Who feeds the fluttering birds, 
Who paints the lily's cheeks, 

In gracious smiles and words 
To listening children speaks ? 

60 Confidence in God. 

Sufficient to the day 
The evil that it brings ; 

To-morrow's brighter ray 
Has healing on its wings. 

In God's paternal care 
Find safety, comfort, rest \ 

Its bounties boundless are, 
Its visitations blest. 

Pitt's $tntmg. 

Man is not wholly vile though he 
May here a passing pilgrim be ; 
For he can speed across the sea — 

Soar to the sky, or delve the mine ; 
From world to world exploring run, 
Measure the distance of the sun, 
And, touched by the Divinest One, 

Feels he has impulses divine ! 

Earth is a noble pyramid, 

Upreared by Heaven : — if Heaven forbid 

Our reading all that may be hid 

Behind death's veil, let no distrust 
Disturb our peace — for God is there, 
As He is here, and everywhere, 
The Saviour and the Comforter, 

All-wise, almighty, and all just. 

Man's Destiny. 61 

Our Father and our Friend ! around, 
Above, below, we see Him crowned 
With beauty, and from light profound 

Sowing His blessings full and free ; 
His providence, when understood, 
Will out of evil bring forth good 
And all earth's sad vicissitude 

Melt into heaven's felicity. 


Spring is but another birth, 

From the grave of earlier springs, 

Which to renovated earth 
Other resurrection brings. 

God hath moulded all that God's 

Power could mould, from mortal dust ; 

Flowers and fruits, from clouds and clods, 
Life from ruin and from rust. 

'Twas a wondrous hand that laid 

In the seed the unborn tree ; 
Bud and blossom in the blade, 

Future ripened fruit to be. 

Still more wondrous was the might 
That, from night's obscurest shrine, 

Brought forth intellectual light, 

Souls with thoughts and hopes divine. 

62 Resurrection. 

Yes ! 'twas a transcendent power 

Which, from earth's contracted whole, 

Gave to heaven a worthy dower, 
Gave an ever-living soul. 

Less than earth to heaven, and less 
Than to ages moments seem, 

Is the world we now possess, 

To the world of which we dream. 

Earthly love is faint and small, 
When compared with the embrace 

Of a love encircling all, 

Through all time and o'er all space. 

: Sing no more the song of Moses !" 

Sing a loftier, louder lay ! 
For the time of twilight closes, 

And then dawns th' eternal day. 
A still nobler revelation 

Beams resplendent from above, 
Bearing on its wings " Salvation," 

Scattering truth, and light, and love. 

' Sing no more the song of Moses !" 
Sing with a diviner breath ! 
Fairer flowers than Sharon's roses 
Have been culled in Nazareth. 

Salvation. 63 

Ancient fetters have been broken ; 

Heaven is opened, earth is free ; 
A sublimer voice hath spoken, 

" Come ye weary ones, to me." 

^sjjixatton after Mgljer £rut!r. 

One and universal Father ! 

Here in reverent thought we gather, 

Seeking light in honouring Thee ; 
Free our souls from error's fetter \ 
Make us wiser — make us better ; 

Be our guide — our guardian be ! 

Not in mean and vile prostration 
Pour we out our adoration ; 

No ! to Thee, to Thee we turn, 
Looking onward, upwards ever, 
Following light and truth wherever 

Light and truth may beam and burn. 

To the paths of life to win us, 
Thou, O God, did'st plant within us 

Aspirations high and bright ; 
Bring us to Thy presence nearer, 
Let us see Thy glories clearer, 

Till all mists shall melt in li^ht. 

6 4 

Jfcw after Snrmfccr, 

As when the deluge waves were gone, 

Hills, plains, and vales in freshness burst, 

And nature's earliest rainbow shone 
On scenes more lovely than the first. 

Loosed from the ark a heavenly dove, 
The promise branch of olive bore — 

Pledge of returning peace and love, 

That beamed more brightly than before. 

So when affliction's waters glide 
From the enfranchised soul away ■ 

More peaceful, pure, and sanctified, 
The soul emerges into day. 

And then, as with the olive bough 
The heavenly dove of old drew near, 

Some gentle words of truth will flow 
In holy music on the ear. 

O'er all the transient things of time 
The oblivious foot of years hath trod, 

But all that's sacred and sublime 
Stands steadfast as the truth of God. 


6ob's paternal Care. 

Father ! Thy paternal care 

Has my guardian been, my guide : 

Every hallowed wish and prayer 
Has Thy hand of love supplied : 

Thine is every thought of bliss, 
Left by hours and days gone by ; 

Every hope Thine offspring is, 
Beaming from futurity. 

Every sun of splendid ray ; 

Every moon that shines serene ; 
Every morn that welcomes day ; 

Every evening's twilight scene ; 

Every hour which wisdom brings ; 

Every incense at Thy shrine ; 
These, and all life's holiest things, 

And its fairest, — all are Thine. 

And for all my hymns shall rise 

Daily to Thy gracious throne ; 
Thither let my asking eyes 

Turn unwearied, righteous One ! 

Through life's strange vicissitude, 

There reposing all my care ; 
Trusting still through ill and good, 

Fixed, and cheered, and counselled there. 



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How shall we praise Thee, Lord of light ! 

How shall we all Thy love declare ! 
The earth is veiled in shades of night, 

But heaven is open to our prayer. 

That heaven so bright with stars and suns, 
That glorious heaven which has no bound, 

Where the full tide of being runs, 
And life and beauty glow around. 

We would adore Thee, God sublime, 

Whose power and wisdom, love and grace, 

Are greater than the round of time, 
And wider than the bounds of space. 

Help us to praise Thee, Lord of light ! 

Help us Thy boundless love declare, 
And while we fill Thy courts to-night, 

Aid us and hearken to our prayer. 

How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound 
From lips of gentleness and grace, 

When listening thousands gathered round, 
And joy and reverence filled the place ! 

Jesus teaching the People, 67 

From heaven He came, — of heaven He spoke, 
To heaven He led His follower's way • 

Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke, 
Unveiling an immortal* day. 

" Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, 
Come all ye weary ones and rest;" 
Yes ! sacred Teacher, we will come — 
Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blest ! 

Decay, then, tenements of dust ! 

Pillars of earthly pride, decay ! 
A nobler mansion waits the just, 

And Jesus has prepared the way. 

The offerings to Thy throne which rise, 
Of mingled praise and prayer, 

Are but a worthless sacrifice, 
Unless the heart is there. 

Upon Thine all-discerning ear 

Let no vain words intrude ; 
No tribute but the vow sincere — 

The tribute of the good. 

My offerings will indeed be blest, 

If sanctified by Thee ; 
If Thy pure spirit touch my heart 

With its own purity. 

F 2 

6S Hymn. 

O may that spirit warm my heart 

To piety and love : 
And to life's lowly vale impart 

Some ray from heaven above. 

|)crj3ctual |)rame. 

When wakened by Thy voice of power, 
The hour of morning beams in light, 

My voice shall sing that morning hour, 
And Thee who mad'st that hour so bright. 

The morning strengthens into noon, 
Earth's fairest beauties shine more fair ; 

And noon and morning shall attune 
My grateful heart to praise and prayer. 

When 'neath the evening's western gate 

The sun's retiring rays are hid, 
My joy shall be to meditate, 

Even as the pious patriarch did. 

As twilight wears a darker hue, 

And gathering night creation dims, 

The twilight and the midnight too 

Shall have their harmonies and hymns. 

So shall sweet thoughts, and thoughts sublime, 

My constant inspirations be \ 
And every shifting scene of time 

Reflect, my God ! a light from Thee. 

6 9 

Dibinc influences. 

Thou, whose high praise in heaven and earth is sung, 
Each heart pervading, tuning every tongue ; 
Thou, whom my soul devoutly would confess 
In joy's bright hour, — nor in affection's less ; 
Whose mercy in the sunshine and the storm 
Alike is active, — whose invisible form 
Rides in the hurricane ; — Thou whose depths pro- 
And heights sublime, not earth nor heaven can 

sound ; 
Infinite power, and goodness without bound ! 
Thou unseen cause, conductor, end of all, 
We know Thee not, — yet God and Father call. 
We know Thee not, — but know and feel thou art: 
Our eye can see Thee not ; but, Lord ! our heart 
Is touched as with Thy spirit, and even now 
I feel Thee, — feel Thee in this holy glow. 
A peace, which none but Thou could'st give, inspires 
My bosom; — heavenly aspiration fires 
My towering thoughts. O God ! what breath but Thine 
Could kindle aspirations so divine ! 
Benignant condescension ! that Thy ray 
Should send its brightness through a clod of clay, 
And raise to Thy abode, — to heaven, — to Thee, — 
The poor weak children of mortality ! 
Thus privileged, let my spirit-rousing thought, 
Which vainly seeks to praise Thee as it ought, 

70 Divine Influences. 

Pour forth its humble strains. Eternal Lord ! 
Thy majesty might crush the embryo word 
With its gigantic presence ; but Thy love 
Gives it a voice, and wafts its tones above. 
Grant me, Eternal One ! Thy light to cheer, 
Thy hand to guide me, while I journey here; 
Thy grace to help, Thy peace my soul to fill, 
And sorrow's storm may thunder if it will. 
I am supported by Thy holy arm, — 
The cloud may burst, — but O it cannot harm. 
I say not, " Shield me, Father, from distress," 
But " Wake my heart to truth and holiness." 
I ask not that my earthly course may run 
Cloudless, but humbly, " Let Thy will be done." 
The peace the world can give not, nor destroy, 
The love which is the greatest, and the joy 
That's given to angels, — to perceive and own 
That all Thy will is light and truth alone, 
And bliss-producing ; — these, and such as these, 
Be mine ; — the vain world's fleeting vanities — 
Pomps, pleasures, riches, honours, glory, pride, 
(Idols by man's perverseness deified,) 
I envy not. — Do Thou my steps control, — 
Erect devotion's temple in my soul ; 
And there my God ! my King ! unrivalled sway : 
So let existence, like a Sabbath day, 
Glide softly by ; and let that temple be 
A shrine devoted all to truth and Thee. 


From the recesses of a lowly spirit 
My humble prayer ascends — O Father ! hear it ! 
Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, 
Forgive its weakness. 

I know, I feel, how mean and how unworthy 
The trembling sacrifice I pour before Thee \ 
What can I offer in Thy presence holy, 
But sin and folly ? 

For in Thy sight — who every bosom viewest, 
Cold are our warmest vows, and vain our truest ; 
Thoughts of a hurrying hour ; our lips repeat them, 
Our hearts forget them. 

We see Thy hand — it leads us, it supports us ; 
We hear Thy voice — it counsels and it courts us \ 
And then we turn away — and still Thy kindness 
Pardons our blindness. 

And still Thy rain descends, Thy sun is glowing, 
Fruits ripen round, flowers are beneath us blowing, 
And, as if man were some deserving creature, 
Joys cover nature. 

O how long-suffering, Lord ! but Thou delightest 
To win with love the wandering — Thou invitest 
By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors, 
Man from his errors. 

7 2 Hymn. 

Who can resist Thy gentle call — appealing 
To every generous thought and grateful feeling ? 
That voice paternal — whispering, watching ever, 
My bosom ? — never. 

Father and Saviour ! plant within that bosom 
These seeds of holiness — and bid them blossom 
In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal, 
And spring eternal. 

Then place them in those everlasting gardens 
Where angels walk, and seraphs are the wardens \ 
Where every flower that creeps through death's dark 

Becomes immortal. 

He who walks in virtue's way, 

Firm and fearless, walketh surely ; 
Diligent while yet 'tis day, 

On he speeds, and speeds securely. 
Flowers of peace beneath him grow, 

Suns of pleasure brighten o'er him ; 
Memory's joys behind him go, 

Hope's sweet angels fly before him. 

Hymn. 73 

Thus he moves from stage to stage, 

Smiles of earth and Heaven attending ; 
Softly sinking down to age, 

And at last to death descending. 
Cradled in its quiet sleep, 

Calm as summer's loveliest even, 
He shall sleep the hallowed sleep — 

Sleep, that is o'erwatched by Heaven. 

Till that day of days shall come, 

When th' archangel's trumpet breaking 
Through the silence of the tomb, 

All its prisoners awaking ; 
He shall hear the thund 'ring blast, 

Burst the chilling bands that bound him, 
To the throne of glory haste, 

All heaven's splendours op'ning round him. 

Why should dreams so dark and dreary 

Fill my thought ? 

Is there nought, 
Nought to soothe and bless the weary ? 
Night may wrap the arch of heaven — 

Soon a ray, 

Bright with day, 
Cheers the morn and gilds the even. 

74 Hymn. 

I have seen the mountain hidden 

In a shroud — 

Mist and cloud ; 
Say, was hope or joy forbidden? 
No ! — I knew its summit hoary 

Soon would rise, 

'Midst the skies, 
Girt with green and crowned with glory. 

Many a stream with song of gladness, 

Many a rill, 

Silent, still, 
Winter binds in chains of sadness, — 
Many a water-fall and river : — 

Summer's wand 

Breaks their band, 
And their music ceases never. 

Is the sun in heaven no longer, 

When the rain 

Sweeps the plain? 
Soon he blazes brighter — stronger. 
Is the flow'ret's sleep eternal, 

When its cup, 

Folded up, 
Waits the smiles and breezes vernal? 

Why should man, then— child of sorrow- 
Mourn his doom? 
Present gloom 

Will be light and bliss to-morrow. 

Hymn. 75 

Why should man, then, bound his vision 

To the cell 

Where we dwell ? 
Worlds are his — and worlds elysian. 

Even here all pain is fleeting ; 

Even here, 

Joy and care 
Join in constant, earnest greeting : 
But where all our hopes are tending, 

Peace and love 

Reign above — 
Bliss unbroken — joy unending. 

Father and Friend ! Thy light, Thy love 
Beaming through all Thy works we see ; 

Thy glory gilds the heavens above, 
And all the earth is full of Thee. 

Thy voice we hear — Thy presence feel, 
Whilst Thou, too pure for mortal sight, 

Involved in clouds — invisible, 

Reignest the Lord of life and light. 

We know not in what hallowed part 

Of the wide heavens Thy throne may be ; 

But this we know, that where Thou art, 

Strength, wisdom, goodness, dwell with Thee. 

7 6 Hymn. 

And through the various maze of time, 
And through th' infinity of space, 

We follow Thy career sublime, 

And all Thy wondrous footsteps trace. 

Thy children shall not faint nor fear, 
Sustained by this delightful thought, 

Since Thou, their God, art everywhere, 
They cannot be where thou art not. 

Ippimcs of ^xobxbma. 

Lord ! in the unbeginning years, 

Whose course is wrapt in trackless night, 
Ere Thou hadst launched the heavenly spheres, 

Or waked this wandering world to light, 
What were Thy words, Thy works, — and how 

Didst Thou Thy glorious march record ? 
For Thou wert great and good, as now, 

Of love the source, of light the Lord. 

And in the unending ages, far 

Beyond the utmost reach of mind, 
When all that is, and all that are, 

Shall leave not e'en a wreck behind : 
O what shall be Thy bright career, 

Lord of the eternal changeless will ? 
Thou wilt be there supreme, as here — 

All-wise — all-good — almighty still ! 

Mysteries of Providence. yy 

Yes ! shrouded in the mystery, 

The past, — the future's dark abyss, 
Bright clouds of splendour circle Thee, 

And light Thy path from bliss to bliss. 
This is our faith, our hope, our trust, 

Through thought's immeasurable range, 
Time is a dream, and man is dust — 

But Thou — but Thou canst never change ! 


Not with terror do we meet 
At the board by Jesus spread • 

Not in mystery, drink and eat 
Of the Saviour's wine and bread. 

'Tis His memory we record, 
'Tis His virtues we proclaim ; 

Grateful to our honoured Lord, 
Here we bless His sacred name. 

See Him on the dreadful day 

Of His mortal agony ; 
Break the bread and hear Him say, 

" Eat of this and think of Me ! ;? 

See Him standing on the brink 
Of the tomb, — and hark, He cries, 

" Drink the wine, and, as you drink, 
O remember Him who dies !" 

78 Communion. 

Yes ! we will remember Thee, 

Friend and Saviour ! and thy feast 

Of all services shall be 
Holiest and welcomest. 

"There is no sound or language where their voice is not heard." 

The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God ! attune their 
evening hymn; 

All-wise, All-holy, Thou art praised in song of sera- 
phim ; 

Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds unite to wor- 
ship Thee, 

While thy majestic greatness fills space — time — 
eternity ! 

Nature — a temple worthy Thee, that beams with light 

and love, 
Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below, whose stars 

rejoice above; 
Whose altars are the mountain cliffs that rise along 

the shore, 
Whose anthems, the sublime accord of storm and 

ocean roar : 

Hymn to the Deity, 79 

Her song of gratitude is sung by spring's awakening 

Her summer offers at Thy shrine its earliest, loveliest 

Her autumn brings its ripen'd fruits, in glorious luxury 

given ; 
While winter's silver heights reflect Thy brightness 

back to heaven ! 

On all Thou smil'st — and what is man, before thy 

presence, God? 
A breath but yesterday inspired, — to-morrow but a 

clod : 
That clod shall moulder in the vale — till kindled, 

Lord, by Thee, 
Its spirit to Thine arms shall spring — to life, — to 


Pntgrtss of 6ospc( (Lrutb. 

Upon the Gospel's sacred page 

The gathered beams of ages shine ; 

And as it hastens, every age 

But makes its brightness more divine. 

On mightier wing, in loftier flight, 

From year to year does knowledge soar ; 

And as it soars, the Gospel light 

Adds to its influence more and more. 

8o Progress of Gospel Truth. 

Truth, strengthened by the strength of though 

Pours inexhaustible supplies, 
Whence sagest teachers may be taught, 

And Wisdom's self become more wise. 

More glorious still as centuries roll, 

New regions blessed, new powers unfurled, 

Expanding with the expanding soul, 
Its waters shall overflow the world. 

Flow to restore — but not destroy ; 

As when the cloudless lamp of day 
Pours out its floods of light and joy, 

And sweeps each lingering mist away. 


If all our hopes and all our fears 

Were prisoned in life's narrow bound ; 
If, travellers through this vale of tears, 

We saw no better world beyond ; 
O what could check the rising sigh, 

What earthly thing could pleasure give ? 
who would venture then to die — 

O who could then endure to live ? 

Hymn. 8 1 

Were life a dark and desert moor, 

Where mists and clouds eternal, spread 
Their gloomy veil behind, before, 

And tempests thunder overhead : 
Where not a sunbeam breaks the gloom, 

And not a floweret smiles beneath; 
Who could exist in such a tomb ? 

Who dwell in darkness and in death ? 

And such were life, without the ray 

From our divine religion given ; 
Tis this that makes our darkness day ; 

Tis this that makes our earth a heaven. 
Bright is the golden sun above, 

And beautiful the flowers that bloom ; 
And all is joy, and all is love, 

Reflected from a world to come. 


The Righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance." 

Earth's transitory things decay, 
Its pomps, its pleasures pass away ; 
But the sweet memory of the good 
Survives in the vicissitude. 


82 Hymn. 

As 'midst the ever-rolling sea 

The eternal isles established be, 

9 Gainst which the surges of the main 

Fret, dash, and break themselves in vain : 

As in the heavens the urns divine 

Of golden light for ever shine ; 

Though clouds may darken, storms may rage, 

They still shine on from age to age : 

So, through the ocean-tide of years, 
The memory of the just appears ; 
So, through the tempest and the gloom, 
The good man's virtues light the tomb. 

Happy the righteous ! come what may, 
Though heaven dissolve and earth decay; 
Happy the righteous man ! for he 
Belongs to immortality. 


When before Thy throne we kneel, 

Filled with awe and holy fear, 
Teach us, O our God ! to feel 

All Thy sacred presence near. 
Check each proud and wand'ring thought 

When on Thy great name we call ; 
Man is nought — is less than nought : 

Thou, our God, art all in all. 

Hymn. 83 

Weak, imperfect creatures, we 

In this vale of darkness dwell ; 
Yet presume to look to Thee, 

'Midst Thy light ineffable. 
O forgive the praise that dares 

Seek Thy heaven-exalted throne ; 
Bless our offerings, hear our prayers, 

Infinite and Holy One ! 

Crust m (Sob- 

let my trembling soul be still, 
While darkness veils this mortal eye, 

And wait Thy wise, Thy holy will, 
Wrapt yet in fears and mystery ; 

1 cannot, Lord ! Thy purpose see ; 
Yet all is well — since ruled by Thee. 

When, mounted on Thy clouded car, 
Thou send'st Thy darker spirits down, 

I can discern Thy light afar, 

Thy light, sweet beaming through Thy frown ; 

And should I faint a moment — then 

1 think of Thee, — and smile again. 

G 2 

84 Trust in God. 

So, trusting in Thy love, I tread 

The narrow path of duty on ; 
What though some cherished joys are fled ? 

What though some flattering dreams are gone ? 
Yet purer, brighter joys remain ; 
Why should my spirit, then, complain ? 

(Soft ntnx in Sarroto. 

Oh ! sweet it is to know, to feel, 

In all our gloom and wanderings here, 

No night of sorrow can conceal 

Man from Thy notice, from Thy care. 

When disciplined by long distress, 

And led through paths of fear and woe ; 

Say, dost Thou love Thy children less ? 
No, ever gracious Father, no ! 

No distance can outreach Thine eye, 
No night obscure Thy endless day \ 

Be this my comfort when I sigh, 
Be this my safeguard when I stray. 


Reviving sleep ! thy sheltering wing 
Is o'er the couch of labour spread ; 

Sweet minister, unearthly thing, 

That hovers round the tired one's head. 

Sleep. 85 

As calm and cold as mortal clay 

When life is fled — earth soundly sleeps, 

When evening veils the eye of day, 
And darkness rules the ocean deeps. 

O, then, Thy spirit, Lord, anew 

Enkindles strength in sleeping men \ 

It falls as falls the evening dew, 
And life's sad waste repairs again. 

Be nature's gentle slumbers mine, 

And lead me gently to the last ; 
Until I hear Thy voice divine, 

" Awake ! for death's dark night is past." 

W&bnt is our Mute hm. 

What is our duty here ? to tend 

From good to better, thence to best : 

Grateful to drink life's cup — then bend 
Unmurmuring to our bed of rest; 

To pluck the flowers that round us blow, 

Scattering sweet fragrance as we go. 

And so to live, that when the sun 
Of our existence sinks in night, 

Memorials sweet of mercies done 

May shrine our names in mem'ry's light 

And the blest seeds we scattered, bloom 

A hundred-fold in days to come. 


Now the sun is sinking fast, 
Twilight's shadows veil the skies, 

And the loveliest and the last 
Beam of gentle evening dies. 

In his splendour let the sun 

Drop into his ocean bed : 
He again his race shall run, 

Glory circling round his head. 

Let him, then, in peace decline, 

Promising a brighter ray ; 
He again shall splendent shine, 

Kindling all the world with day. 

Holy emblem ! so shall we 

Sink, — and wake,— and soar above, 
Heirs to an eternity — 

An eternity of love. 

CIj£ (Qxrahsi oi all is Cjjariig. 

When first the Almighty Father's thought 
Created man, — how wondrously 

His virtue-giving spirit wrought 
The mystic cords of Charity. 

The Greatest of all is Charity. 87 

To live for others, and to know 
No single, separate interests here ; 

To feel, — to soothe a brother's woe, 
A brothers bliss to seek, — to share. 

To scatter happiness o'er all — 

To counsel, — pity, — or relieve : 
To raise the weary-weak who fall, 

And liberal, to lend, — to give. — 

Such is the purpose, such the plan 

For which our talents here were given \ 

For God created man for man ; — 

And earth would be as blest as heaven. 

If such a heavenly fruit as this 

Spread through the world its generous seed : 
Then, — even woe itself were bliss — 

And bliss would then be — bliss indeed. 

|csus litres. 

" He is not here, He is risen." 

Jesus lives, and we in Him ; 

Jesus from the grave is risen : 
He hath burst the darkness dim 

Of our narrow earthly prison. 

88 Jesus lives. 

See Him throned in light ascend 
To the highest heaven of glory, 

See your Brother, see your Friend, 
Tracing out your path before ye. 

Jesus lives, and He is gone 

Blessed mansions to prepare us : 
Courage, Christians ! travel on, 

Heaven and happiness are near us. 
Earth is not the Christian's home, 

To a better country tending \ 
Jesus hath subdued the tomb, 

See Him o'er its clouds ascending. 

Jesus lives, and we shall live, — 

Jesus sits enthroned in heaven : 
He shall crowns of glory give, 

He hath crowns of glory given. 
Now the sting of death is past, 

Christians ! gird your armour on ye- 
To your Friend, your Brother haste, 

Lo ! He waits — He smiles upon ye. 

8 9 

6ol) cber 31 car. 

Peace, my soul ! why doubt or fear ? 
God is near thee \ God is here ! 
Though thy way be dark and dim, 
Tis illumined still by Him ; 
And if e'er the break of day 
Gild thy path — 'tis His the ray. 

prancr for 6 ui bunco. 

Lead me through this rugged way, 
Friend and Father ! God and Guide ! 

Light me through the darksome day, 
To a tranquil eventide. 

Shepherd of a wandering flock, 
Bring me to Thy heavenly fold, 

Be my hope— my staff — my rock — 
Let me yet Thy peace behold. 

Xow a midnight darkness spread 
O'er me, round me, frights my soul : 

Black as mansions of the dead ; 
Chilling as the icy pole. 

I am lost amid the gloom, 
If Thy hand refuse to lead, 

Raise me from this wretched tomb, 
Lift my weary, aching head. 

90 Prayer for Guidance. 

Thou, and Thou alone, canst tell 
All the anguish of my breast ; 

Pangs untold — unspeakable, 
Grief that asks in vain for rest. 

If they purify my mind — 

If they turn my thoughts to Thee 

Bind — the icy fetters, bind ! 
Welcome every pain to me ! 

Crust m 60b. 

Let not your heart be troubled : ye believe in God, believe also 
in me." 

Is life a stormy, painful road ? 
Short will your journey be ; 
Mourn not ! and as ye believe in God — 
Believe in me. 

Severe His disciplining rod ? 

'Tis wise severity : 
Faint not ! and as ye believe in God — 
Believe in me. 

All is dependent on His nod,^ 

The God of Nature He \ 
Sigh not ! and as ye believe in God — 
Believe in me. 

Trust in God. gi 

Soon with the valley's clayey clod 

Commingled ye will be; 
Fear not ! and as ye believe in God — 
Believe in me. 

For they who sleep beneath the sod 

Shall wake to liberty ; 
Rejoice — and as ye believe in God — 
Believe in me. 

O Thou ! whose smiling face of light 

Can make life's darkness day, 
Whose mercies, bountiful and bright, 
Can shed o'er sorrow's gloomy night 

A rapture-giving ray. 
Look down upon the suffering child, 
Who, travelling through life's desert wild, 
By fear misled, — by hope beguiled, 
Hath wandered far astray. 

O lead him on, Thou wise and good ! 

Through this deep wilderness, — 
This dark and awful solitude, 
Where doubt and dread of dangers rude 

And mental bitterness 

92 Miserere Me. 

Have veiled his soul with pall-like gloom- 
Have stolen life's beauty and its bloom — 
Or else recall him to the tomb, 
Where he may sleep in peace. 


When the arousing call of Morn 
Breaks o'er the hills, and Day, new-born, 

Comes smiling from the purple East, 
And the pure streams of liquid light 
Bathe all the earth — renewed and bright, 

Uprising from its dream of rest — 

O how delightful then, how sweet, 
Again to feel life's pulses beat ; 

Again life's kindly warmth to prove \ 
To drink anew of pleasure's spring ; 
Again our matin song to sing 

To the great Cause of light and love ! 

Thou ! who didst wake me first from nought, 
And led my heaven-aspiring thought 

To some faint, feeble glimpse of Thee : 
Thou ! who did'st touch my slumbering heart, 
With Thine own hand — and did'st impart 

A portion of Thy deity : 

Morning, 93 

O not in vain to me be given 

The joys of earth — the hopes of heaven ; 

not in vain may I receive 
My Master's talents — but, subdued 
And tutored by the soul of good, 

To God — to bliss — to virtue live ! 

Heaven's right-lined path may I discern, 
Nor led by pride or folly, turn 

A handbreadth from the onward road; 
Fight the good fight — the foe subdue, 
And wear the heavenly garland too — 

A garland from the hand of God ! 

Welcome the hour of sweet repose, 
The sacred closing hour of day ! 

In peace my wearied eyes shall close 
When I have tuned my vesper lay 

In humble gratitude to Him 

Who waked the morning's earliest beam. 

In such an hour as this, how sweet, 
In the calm solitude of even, 

To hold with Heaven communion meet, 
Meet for a spirit bound to heaven; 

And in this wilderness beneath, 

Pure zephyrs from above to breathe ! 

94 Evening. 

It may be that the Eternal Mind 

Bends sometimes from His throne of bliss : 
Where should we, then, His presence find, 

But in an hour so blest as this — - 
An hour of calm tranquillity, 
Silent, as if to welcome Thee ? 

Then turn my wand'ring thoughts within, 
To hold communion, Lord ! with Thee; 

And, purified from taint of sin 
And earth's pollutions, let me see 

Thine image, — for a moment prove, 

If not Thy majesty, Thy love. 

That love which over all is shed — 
Shed on the worthless as the just; 

Lighting the stars above our head, 
And waking beauty out of dust ; 

And rolling, in its glorious way, 

Beyond the farthest comet's ray. 

Jnwcral Ijnnm 

" Clay to clay, and dust to dust ! " 
Let them mingle — for they must ! 
Give to earth the earthly clod, 
For the spirit's fled to God. 

Funeral Hymn, 95 

Dust to dust, and clay to clay ! 
Ashes now with ashes lay ! 
Earthly mould to earth be given, 
For the spirit's fled to heaven. 

Never more shall midnight's damp 
Darken round this mortal lamp; 
Never more shall noonday's glance 
Search this mortal countenance. 

Deep the pit and cold the bed 
Where the spoils of death are laid : 
Stiff the curtains, chill the gloom, 
Of man's melancholy tomb. 

Look aloft ! The spirit's risen — 
Death cannot the soul imprison : 
Tis in heaven the spirits dwell, 
Glorious, though invisible. 

Thither let us turn our view ; 
Peace is there and comfort too : 
There shall those we love be found, 
Tracing joy's eternal round. 

9 6 

11 But ye have not his Word abiding in you." 

Have ye never heard His voice ? 

Have ye never seen His form ? 
Heard Him in the thunders noise — 

Seen Him in the lightning storm ? 

When He rides upon the cloud, 
When He journeys with the sun, 

Speaks among the billows loud — 
Saw ye not the Almighty One ? 

When the earthquake tears the ground, 
When the whirlwind shakes the air — 

Marked ye not His presence round ? 
Tracked ye not His footsteps there ? 

Vainly would ye try to find 
God below — or God above — 

If the spirit of your mind 

Be not tuned to peace and love. 

Earth and heaven are filled with God, 
Everywhere He deigns to dwell; 

Humble hearts His own abode — 
His beloved receptacle. 



I saw, and gladness through my heart's folds ran. 

An honest man salute an honest man ! 

(A hiss or two was heard; but thund'ring loud 

Successive plaudits echoed from the crowd.) 

He asked not : Is his creed exactly mine ? 

But ! does he seek with me a light divine? 

For while through darkness and through doubt we 

Hope will sustain our faith, and faith our hope, 
Till, when the shadows and the clouds are past, 
Truth's midday sunshine shall burst forth at last. 


Come to the waters, ye who thirst, 

The waters of salvation's springs ; 
Come, ye benighted ! to the burst 

Of morning, which the Gospel brings. 

Lo ! from the rock the fountain pouring, 

Refreshing, — strengthening, — gladdening all ;- 

Lo ! o'er the hills the glory glowing, 
Bright, beautiful, majestical. 


9 8 

They are not gone — whom death's dark shroud 
Hath curtained from our mortal eye ; 
They are not gone : 
Down to their bed of rest they bowed — 
It was their portal to the sky, 
The pathway to their throne. 

They cannot die — whose being here 

Is by its worth immortal made ; 

They cannot die : 

Though the time-wasted sepulchre 

In which their vestiges are laid 

Crumbled in dust may lie. 

They are not dead — whose ashes fill 
That melancholy house of clay ; 
They are not dead : 
They live in brighter glory still, 

Than ever cheered their earthly way, 
Full beaming round their head. 


(The ilcart Imofoctb its jofon itftttcrncss. 

Though the stream of being floweth 

Calmly to the sea of peace, 
Though the weary pilgrim goeth 

To his home of sleep and ease — 
None, but he who suffers, knoweth 

All a spirit's bitterness. 

Thoughts there are with misery in them, 

Sharper than the wintry wind : 
Wounds there are, though none have seen them, 

Rankling in the inner mind — 
Woes, with not a joy between them, 

Dark and vague and undefined. 

Is there for a spirit broken, 

Is there balm of Gilead here? 

3 ! the Lord — the Lord hath spoken, 

Draw, ye sons of suffering, near 
Christ, the Word — His cross the token — 

See the cross — and banish fear. 

H 2 


6ofr Klam % fit (Dbjxri: xif |^ras£ mtir 

For whom but Thee, to whom but Thee, 

Shall praise be poured, shall prayers ascend ? 

Creation — space — eternity — 

From Thee derived, on Thee depend. 

Prime Cause uncaused, All-sight unseen ! 

Unknown, all-knowing — who but Thou 
Is, must be, will be, and has been 

Infinite — unapproached — as now ? 

Thy wisdom is an endless day, 

That bathes a million worlds in light ; 

Thy goodness an eternal ray, ■ 
Unbounded in its bliss-led flight. 

To whom but Thee — for whom but Thee, 

Shall prayers ascend — shall praise be poured ? 

Thy glory fills immensity — 
Being of Beings ! God adored ! 

(Bob mix 6itibx. 

When the storms of sorrow gather 

O how blest 

J Tis to rest 
'Neath thy wings, O Father ! 

God our Guide. 101 

Dark may be the clouds and dreary, 

Yet the night 

Melts to light 
When Thou guid'st the weary. 

Sacred Shepherd ! save and guide me : 

If I be 

Led by Thee, 
Harm can ne'er betide me. 

Mark the virtuous man, and see 

Peace and joy his steps attend ; 
All his path is purity — 
Happy is his end. 

Come and see his dying bed ; 

Calm his latest moments roll : 
Angels hover round his head ; 
Heav'n receives his soul. 

Come and view his mortal grave, 
Silence and repose are there ; 
Never more shall sorrow's wave 
Wreck the slumberer. 

102 The End of the good Man is Peace. 

Come and read his chartered page, 
See what bliss his advent waits ; 
Glories of an endless age ; 
Open are heavVs gates. 

Winxiv of <§job\ 

Thou art my God, and Thou alone, 
The sole, the undivided One ! 
And never shall my prostrate knee 
Bend to another Deity. 

For Thou art One — Thou wilt divide 
Thy glory, Lord ! with none beside ; 
And when I worship at Thy shrine, 
No name I'll utter, God ! but Thine. 

Shine forth in all Thy majesty — 
Let the earth honour none but Thee ; 
To Thee alone let mortals bow, 
All incommunicable Thou ! 

Causer of causes ! Light of light ! 
Ineffable and infinite ! 

AVhat words can grasp Thy boundless name? 
One — matchless — viewless — still the same. 


6ob's Mill h $jnre. 

Thy will be done ! In devious way 

The hurrying stream of life may run ; 
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, 
Thy will be done ! 

Thy will be done ! If o'er us shine 

A gladdening and a prosperous sun, 
This prayer will make it more divine — 
Thy will be done ! 

Thy will be done— though shrouded o'er 

Our path with gloom ; one comfort — one 
Is ours — to breathe while we adore — 
Thy will be done ! 

Thy will be done — above — below — 

Here and hereafter. We have none 
Holier desires to proffer — No ! 
Thy will be done ! 

(bratihtbe aiib praise fa 6ob, 

R.OUSE thee, O my spirit, rouse thee, 
Unto God thy offerings bring ; 

Sing His name, for He allows thee 
His stupendous name to sing. 

104 Gratitude and Praise to God. 

Soar upon thy loftiest pinions 
To th' Almighty's high abode ; 

And in heavn's sublime dominions 
Hold high converse with thy God. 

O how kind and condescending 

Is our gracious God — from high 
To His lowliest creatures bending ! 

Tow'rds this earth He turns his eye, 
Sees our inmost heart's recesses, 

Hears our praise — our prayers He grants : 
All our days He cheers and blesses, 

And provides for all our wants. 

Sratam's fcljanlisgibino;. 

Let Thy servant now depart \ 
Every doubt and fear is stilled, 

For Thy peace hath warmed his heart, 
And Thy promise is fulfilled. 

Now his aged eyes have seen 
Thy salvation, gracious Lord ! 

Joy around, and peace within, 

And redemption through Thy word. 

Simeons Thanksgiving, 105 

He is come — a light to shine 
Over all on earth who dwell ; 

And, with glory all divine, 
To encircle Israel. 

Wake, slumberer, wake ! repent, repent ! 

Yet a few fleeting hours remain ; 
One day of mercy still is lent \ 

That day may never dawn again. 

O waste it not — 'tis thine — 'tis all — ■ 
All that remains of earth, or heaven ; 

Hark — how its flitting spirits call — 
Seize — sanctify the moment given. 

Thou tread'st on tombs, thou breathest death, 
The stars go out — the forests fade — 

Destruction reigns above, beneath, 

In noontide's beam, in midnight's shade. 

Wake, slumberer ! wake — the day that breaks 
Twilight shall never dim — nor thou 

Find aught but woe in all that makes 
Thy miserable pleasures now. 


Psalm lxi. 

Hear my cry, O God ! attend 
To my humble, earnest prayer ; 

From the earth's remotest end 
I will call, if Thou wilt hear. 

When my heart is 'whelmed in grief, 

Thou shalt be my citadel; 
There 111 hasten for relief — 

There I'll seek Thee, there I'll dwell. 

Let Thy temple be my home, 

Where, Thy shadowing wings beneath, 
Sad and sorrowing I will come, 

Seeking peace in life and death. 

Thou wilt hear me — Thou hast heard — 
Lord ! how sweet to rest with Thee, 

Trusting in Thy gracious word, 
Safe in immortality ! 

Sitbmission: io 60ft- 

In the spirit of devotion, 

To Thy earthly dome we come, 
And with pure and calm emotion 

Call our wand'ring fancy home. 

Submission to God. 107 

Bid our thoughts, so often straying, 
Fix themselves on heaven and Thee : 

Praising all Thy will — and praying 
For Thy guidance fervently. 

? Tis a blessing to repose us 

; Neath Thy ever-shelt 'ring wing : 
Thou, whose bounty overflows us, 

Everlasting joys shalt bring : 
And in Thee alone confiding, 

Onward shall our footsteps tend : 
And, whatever our path betiding, 

Feel Thou art our God and Friend. 

(Buster Jpgrntt. 

Christ is risen and death subdued, 

He hath hurled the conqueror down, 
And the dark grave's solitude 

Lighted from His glory-crown : 
Called to His reward above, 

See His gracious presence throw 
Smiles of peace and words of love 

On His followers here below. 

Like a star — a sacred star, 

Lo ! He sits in brightness shrined, 
Scattering beams of joy afar, 

Beams of joy on all mankind — 

10S Easter Hymn. 

Still in sorrow's darkest night, 
And on trouble's restless sea, 

Those benignant beams shall light, 
And that star my guide shall be. 

(Come, i* lUcsscb jof gft'n tfaibcr. 

" Come, ye blessed of my Father, 

Enter in your place of rest, 
Round the throne of mercy gather " — 

Thus shall Jesus hail the blest, 
When their day of earth's probation 

Ends in heav'n's eternal dawn, 
And the curtains of salvation 

Are at last to all withdrawn, 

Then shall truth and virtue, tow nng, 

O'er all chance and change uprise — 
Then no cloud of terror, low ring, 

Shall o'er-canopy the skies ; 
But, in glory, bright and splendid, 

Shall our risen Lord appear, 
By His countless saints attended, 

Wearing crowns of triumph there. 


6irir is *$Qbt. 

God is love ! His mercy brightens 
All the path in which we rove : 

Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens : 
God is wisdom ! God is love ! 

Chance and change are busy ever \ 
Man decays and ages move ; 

But His mercy waneth never : 
God is wisdom ! God is love ! 

E'en the hour that darkest seemeth, 
Will His changeless goodness prove ; 

From the mist His brightness streameth : 
God is wisdom ! God is love ! 

He with earthly cares entwineth 
Hope and comfort from above \ 

Everywhere His glory shineth : 
God is wisdom ! God is love ! 

God is love ! His mercy brightens 
All the path in which we rove ; 

Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens : 
God is wisdom ! God is love ! 


Waxbl I hrtubt. 

Lord ! I believe : but if a doubt 

Should shake my weak and wand'ring soul, 
Let Reason drive the intruder out, 

And Truth my wayward thoughts control. 

But let me not, O God ! receive 
Distrustful Thy almighty word : 

'Twere better never to believe 

Than to mistrust and dread Thee, Lord ! 

And, finding truth, may I convey 

That truth in meekness. Truth demands 

Nor flame, nor sword, nor despot sway ; 
But gentle thoughts and spotless hands. 

Lord ! I believe : but if a doubt 

Should sometimes shake my wav'ring soul, 
Let Reason drive the intruder out, 

And Truth my wayward thoughts control. 

m Wioxti Ikiuiifnl 

Ours is a lovely world ! Where'er 
We turn our eyes 'tis bright and fair : 

The seasons in their courses fall, 
And bring successive joys. The sea, 
The earth, the sky, are full of Thee, 

Benignant, glorious Lord of all ! 

The World Beautiful. 1 1 1 

There's beauty in the break of day \ 
There's glory in the noontide ray ; 

There's sweetness in the twilight shades ; 
Magnificence in night. Thy love 
Arched yon grand heav'n of blue above, 

And all our smiling earth pervades. 

How blest in Thy benignity 
The gladdened universe to see, 

Beautiful ever ! Thou alone 
Of beauty and of bliss the cause ; 
While nature's light and nature's laws 

Sprung from Thy mind, Eternal One ! 

And if Thine effluence, God ! be found 
Streaming with radiance all around, — 

What must the glory-fountain be ! 
In Thee we'll hope — in Thee confide \ 
Thou, mercy's never-ebbing tide ! 

Thou, love's unfathomable sea ! 

iic sure your Sw foil! finir pu mit. 

There's no retreat from sin — no spot 
Of refuge can the guilty find : 

The sin deserts the sinner not 
Until repentance clears the mind. 

1 1 2 Be snre your Sin will find yon ont. 

The scorpion stings which conscience wields 
Still follow in the track of crime ; 

No distance from their terror shields — 
Nor the destroying flight of time. 

Th' accusing voice at last will speak 
In thunder, though 'tis silenced now ; 

The torrent through its banks will break, 
And nought resist its overflow. 

Here or hereafter — dare not doubt, 
O sinner ! dare not disregard ! 

; 'Be sure your sin will find you out," 
And bring its terrible reward. 

O sweet and sacred is the rest 
Round the departed Christian's breast ; 
Serene the pillow of his head, 
And sanctified his funeral bed. 

Upon his grave the moonlight beam 
Shines smiling — and the dews on him 
Fall soft as on the loveliest flow'r 
That decks the field or crowns the bow'r. 

Rest of the Righteous. 113 

And if the sad and sorrowing tear 
Be sometimes shed in silence there ; 
Religion's ray that tear shall light, 
And make it as a dew-drop bright. 

Then on the earth's maternal breast 
In peaceful hope and joy we'll rest ; 
And yield us to death's slumber deep, 
As infants calmly sink to sleep. 

Virtue anfcr (Truth ^mmoxtuL 

Short is the reign of summer flow'rs — 

O'er fruitful vale or fertile plain 
We seek in winter's dreary hours 

One solitary flow'r in vain. 

The verdant wood, the smiling hill, 
Alike in darksome robes are clad : 

Their beauty fled, their music still ; 
And all is silent, all is sad. 

Has earth no charms beyond the power 

Of mournful change ? Yes ! Virtue's bloom 

And Truth's imperishable dower 
Are not subjected to the tomb. 


114 Virtue and Truth Immortal, 

These will I hold : the wintry shade 
May circle nature — and the songs 

Of summer cease — its flowerets fade- 
To these eternity belongs. 

Iftlrj S0itjgf)t from 6 oft- 

Let Thy gracious spirit reach us 

In this earthly solitude ; 
What we know not do Thou teach us, 

Thou who art all-wise and good. 

Left alone, we stray unheeding, 

Through a dang'rous, darksome way \ 

But when Thy kind hand is leading, 
We can never, never stray. 

All we do, or think of doing, 
Let Thy providence control ; 

Still our onward path pursuing 
Till we reach th' appointed goal. 

And since all that sparkles round us 
Fragile is, and weak and fleet — 

Earth's vain limits shall not bound us ; 
Man's desires are infinite. 

Help sought from God. 1 1 5 

Far above the heavenly arches 
Shall th ; enfranchised spirit soar ; 

Onward to its goal it marches, 
Joy and triumph smiling o'er. 

|)0vrc in 60b-. 

O there are hours so dark and dull, 
That nought of earthly light can cheer \ 

Hours full of fear — and sorrowful — 
When the worn spirit has no ear 

For comfort, and its misery 

Can find no solace but from Thee. 

From Thee — whose eye is never closed 
To mortal grief — how oft have I 

Beneath Thy sheltering wing reposed 
From suffering's storms, and tranquilly 

Seen the clouds burst secure and free 

From terror, harboured, Lord ! by Thee ! 

By Thee — who, when Thy children press 
To Thy kind presence, bid'st them come : 

And, pleased to shield, and pleased to bless, 
Art their defence — their port — their home : 

Where, safe from gusts, their bark shall be 

Anchored for ever, Lord ! by Thee. 

1 2 


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Bow down Thine ear, Almighty One ! 

Though from earth's vale our pray'rs ascend, 
Still they may reach Thy heav'nly throne, 

And with the praise of seraphs blend. 

For Thou, though great, art gracious, Lord ! 

And when Devotion tunes her song, 
The hallowed thought, the humble word, 

To Thee upsoar, to Thee belong. 

The incense of a pious breast, 

Lowly and reverently paid, 
Is more acceptable and blest 

Than passion's fire, or pomp's parade. 

For what are hours, — and what are all 
The tributes of man's praise and prayer ? 

Mere sparkles of a waterfall 
That melt into the viewless air. 

But if Thy sun of favour shine 

Upon the waterdrop — a ray 
Of beauty and of light divine 

Gilds it, e'en when it dies away. 


Isaiah ix. 

We walked in darkness, but at last 

Are cheered by Heaven's eternal light ; 

The dreary shades of death are past, 
And all beyond the tomb is bright. 

A thousand joys are gathered round — 
A thousand triumphs glad our way — 

We hear and join in victory's sound, 
And glory brings its fairest day. 

FalFn is the intolerable yoke 

Which long oppressed despairing man ; 
The oppressor's lawless rod is broke, 

As in the day of Midian. 

A child is born — a son is given 

To us — whose rule shall never cease \ 

The Counsellor of the King of Heaven — 
Father of Ages — Prince of Peace. 

And peace and glory long shall dwell 
With Him, who sits on David's throne \ 

The hope, the joy of Israel, 

He reigns for ever, conqu'ring One ! 


%\m Wiaxhu sball ialloixs Cljcm, 

I heard a voice which sweetly said, 
" Happy, thrice happy are the dead 
Who from their earthly labours rest — 
They slumber well — for they are blest." 

But while in dust at peace they lie, 

The holy memory cannot die 

Of deeds of virtue and of praise 

Which cheered and crowned their mortal days. 

Those deeds can never die, though they 
To the cold grave have passed away; 
But speed to heav'n and welcoming wait 
The spirit at the eternal gate. 

And there, around th' Almighty's seat, 
In holy concord they shall meet; 
A cloud of witnesses — to cheer 
The path which leads the spirit there. 

Then happy, happy are the dead 
"Who on their way to heaven have sped; 
Whose holy deeds are gone before, 
To wait them at th' eternal door. 


Oc insurrection. 

He is not here — He is not here — 

Could death the Son of Life imprison ? 

Now check the sigh and wipe the tear, 
For lo ! the Lord, the Lord is risen. 

The grave, that claimed Him, is compelled 
To lose the prey that death had given : 

The conqu'ror yields the prize he held, 
And lo ! the Lord ascends to heaven. 

Promise and pledge of life to all ! 

Ruler of death ! thy advent hailing, 
L'pon our God and thine we call — 

The Great, the Wise, the All-availing. 

For He who raised thee from thy tomb 
Shall raise us — though in death we wither ; 

Who called our Elder Brother home 
Shall call us in His mercy thither. 

6 n Vs 6uib;mcc implorcb. 

Creator and Preserver, God ! 

To Thee our songs of praise we bear; 
Our health, our hope, our soul's abode ! 

Our Guide to heav'n, our Saviour here. 

120 God's Guidance implored. 

Our path 'midst doubt and danger is — 
Be Thou its sun ! Whatever betide, 

Or thorns of woe, or flow'rs of bliss; 

We look to Thee, our Friend, our Guide. 

Conduct us as Thou wilt — we know 
Thou canst not wander nor mislead; 

And in Thy presence while we go, 
Our way is bright and blest indeed. 

Not long our journey — soon on earth 
The travelers pilgrimage is o'er; 

Death hangs upon a mortal's birth — 
And life's dull pathway tires no more. 

Creator and Preserver ! Thine 
Be it to smooth our onward way: 

Upon Thy children's footsteps shine, 
And lead them to heav'n's ceaseless day. 

If we may breathe a prayer to Thee, 
Our Father and our Friend, 

Let neither wealth nor poverty 
Our earthly steps attend. 

But Thou, who knowest all, dost know 
What's wisest — kindest — best ; 

We at Thy feet our off 'rings throw, 
Do Thou direct the rest. 

Agars Petition. 121 

Thou canst not grant our idle prayers, 

When evil they intreat; 
Though urged with sighs, implored with tears. 

Thy mercy is too great. 

Thou wilt deny us, Father ! nought 

That's good, or kind, or right, 
Though never asked in word or thought — 

Thy love is infinite. 

xlcatb a ^lessxng. 

O could our art, or our desire, 
Make mortal man immortal here, 

And kindle an eternal fire 

From life's vain sparks of hope and fear; 

How soon the restless soul would tire, 
And envy death its sepulchre ! 

Xo ! life is long enough for all 

That's worth a care, that's worth a thought \ 
Soon pleasure's best attractions pall — 

Soon weariness its work hath wrought; 
The ripened fruits unheeded fall, 

And time's delusions leave us nought. 

122 Dcatli a Blessing. 

And then 'twere very sweet indeed 
To seek a grave — for who could bear 

To feel his heart's core bleed, and bleed 
Unstaunched by hope — uncured by care- 

And find no resting-place in need, 
To shield him from his own despair? 

^t hdubt m dob— befieta al$0 in ||U. 

He in heaven who ever liveth, 

Thus hath spoken: " Not to you 
Give I, as the vain world giveth, 

Fleeting things and worthless too; 
But my peace, serene, unfading, 

Round your earthly steps shall shine; 
All your heav'nward way pervading 

With a stream of light divine. 

u Be not troubled, sad, or cheerless; 

Trust in me, and trust in God — 
He shall lead you calm and fearless, 

Through life's dark and varied road : 
He shall bring you to the mansion 

Where the spirit, blest and free, 
Revels in its own expansion — 

Trust in God, and trust in me." 


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The Gospel is preached to the poor; 

They long were abandoned and lone : 
They now are forgotten no more — 

The light of the Gospel's their own. 
No longer they wander distrest, 

In a gloomy, disconsolate road; 
They are blest — for all nations are blest 

With the life-giving glory of God. 

The Gospel is preached to the poor; 

To them are its promises given — 
For Jesus has opened the door 

Which leads them to hope and to heaven : 
He owns them — He claims them as His; 

He never will leave them to woe; 
The\' shall share in eternity's bliss, 

In eternity's prospects below. 

<&lc tualh bn f:\xth, anb not h\) j$tgbt. 

We walk by faith, and not by sight; 

And if we ever go astray, 
Do Thou, O Lord ! conduct us right, 

And lead us in our onward way. 

124 We walk by Faith, and not by Sight. 

Onward from earth to heaven we go \ 
And, gently guided, Lord ! by Thee, 

The path which is begun below 
Conducts to immortality. 

And though it wear a transient gloom, 
Though darkness on our steps attend — 

E'en though it lead us through the tomb, 
Its course is bliss, and heaven its end. 

Watchman ! tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are: 
Traveller ! o'er yon mountain's height 

See that glory-beaming star ! 
Watchman ! doth its beauteous ray 

Aught of hope or joy foretell? 
Traveller ! yes ! it brings the day, 

Promised day of Israel. 

Watchman ! tell us of the night; 

Higher yet that star ascends : 
Traveller ! blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends. 
Watchman ! will its beams alone 

Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
Traveller ! ages are its own, 

And it bursts o'er all the earth. 

Watchman! what of the Night? 125 

Watchman ! tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn : 
Traveller ! darkness takes its flight, 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman ! let thy wand'rings cease; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home: 
Traveller ! lo ! the Prince of Peace, 

Lo ; the Son of God is come ! 

(Lbou bust tbe Wfoiia* of (irternul pfe, 

Whither, whither shall we go? 
For the word of life is Thine; 

Nothing of our way we know 
If Thy light refuse to shine: 

We are wanderers, lost and lone, 
H Thy hand refuse to guide; 

Toiling on our path, we groan 
Up life's dreary mountain's side. 

But with Thee to lead us on, 

Light above and peace below, 
We no longer, lost and lone, 

Up life's dreary mountain go : 
Verdure decks the springing ground, 

Nature smiles in joy and love; 
Beauty wakes 'midst music round, 

And all heav'n breathes out above. 



O what a strange, a fearful strife, 
When desolation's wintry breath 

Disturbs the calm of peace — of life — 

With the dark storms of doubt and death ! 

what a struggle wakes within 
When, in the spirit's solitude, 

The tempting, treacherous thoughts of sin 
In all their luring smiles intrude ! 

; Tis then, my Father ! then I feel 

My nature's weakness — and, oppressed, 

Like a poor trembling child, I steal 
To Thee, for safety and for rest. 

Beneath Thy shadows let me live ! 
Be Thou my Friend — my Father be ! 

1 bend in dust — I pray, Forgive 
The errinor child that flies to Thee ! 

Cta Cross of Christ 

In the Cross of Christ I glory, 
Tow'ring o'er the wrecks of time, 

All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 

The Cross of Christ. 127 

When the woes of life o'ertake me, 
Hopes deceive and fears annoy, 

Never shall the Cross forsake me — 
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 

When the sun of bliss is beaming 

Light and love upon my way, 
From the Cross the radiance streaming 

Adds more lustre to the day. 

Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 

By the Cross are sanctified; 
Peace is there that knows no measure, 

Joys that through all time abide. 

In the Cross of Christ I glory, 
Tow 'ring o'er the wrecks of time, 

All the light of sacred story 
Gathers round its head sublime. 

60b is (One. 

One ! One ! One ! art Thou, 
Judge and King and God alone: 

Thee we worship, and allow 

None to share Thy glory — none ! 

Great, great, great, art Thou, 
Undivided greatness Thine: 

Other gods we disavow; 

None but Thee we own divine. 

128 God is One. 

Wise, wise, wise, art Thou; 

Wise beyond our highest thought: 
Nought, when at Thy throne we bow, 

Shall distract our praises — nought ! 

Good, good, good, art Thou; 

Thine th' unfathomable sea 
Where each thought that fills us now 

Is overwhelmed with thoughts of Thee. 

Great, wise, good, art Thou ! 

Thou our God that reign'st alone : 
Consecrate Thy servants' vow, 

Incommunicable One ! 

(Dutixrartr attir Jfnfoaxfc Wixim* 

Tis not the gift — but 'tis the spirit 

With which 'tis given, 
That on the gift confers a merit, 

As seen by Heaven. 

'Tis not the prayer — however boldly 

It strikes the ear: 
It mounts in vain, it falls but coldly, 

If not sincere. 

Tis not the deeds the loudest lauded 

That brightest shine: 
There's many a virtue unapplauded, 

And yet divine. 

Outward and Inward Virtue. 129 

Tis not the word which sounds the sweetest 

That's soonest heard: 
A sigh, when humbled thou retreatest, 

May be preferred. 

The outward show may be delusive, 

A cheating name: 
The inner spirit is conclusive 

Of worth or shame. 


Psalm xxiv. 

The earth, and all the earth contains, 
Are Thine, O Lord ! Upon the seas 

Thou reared'st the world, and it remains 
Subservient to Thy high decrees. 

But who shall seek Thy temple, Lord ! 

"Who dwell upon Thy holy hill ? 
He whose pure heart and honest word, 

And hands unstained, obey Thy will. 

Thy gen'rous blessing shall descend 
On him and his ; — and Thou wilt be 

His Friend, who wert his fathers Friend, 
And all his sons Thy love shall see. 


1 30 Hymn. 

Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! 

Eternal doors fly open too ; 
The King — the King of glory waits. 

Who is the King of glory? Who? 

The King of glory is the strong, 

The mighty Lord of hosts. He waits- 

To him the welcome shall belong. 

Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates ! 

The King — the King of glory's nigh. 

Who is the King of glory ? Who ? 
Lift, heav'nly gates, your arches high, 

The King of glory passes through. 

6flb (Omnipresent. 

Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
He feels the presence of a God : 
Around, above, beneath, — where'er 
His thought can reach, a God is there. 

In midnight darkness he can see 

The spirit of the Deity: 

In midnight solitude, his ear 

The noiseless voice of God can hear. 

God Omnipresent. 131 

Around His throne no lightnings play. 
Xo thunder marks His awful way : 
He walks in silence through the air. 
And He is here, and everywhere ! 

God is all eye, all ear — the soul 
That animates this wondrous whole : 
The ray that lights our senses dim, 
Is a reflection caught from Him. 

God is our origin and end, 
From Him we came, to Him we tend ; 
What an exalted strife to be 
Deserving such a destiny ! 

^Infinite (Greatness of 6ob. 

Could I mount on seraph's wing 
To Thy throne of heavenly light : 

Could I, like archangels, bring 

Holiest offerings, pure and bright : 

Could I songs of cherubs sing, 

Veiled before Thy dazzling sight,— 

I might lift my eye to Thee, 

Thought-absorbing Deity. 

I am but a child of clay — 
Shadow of mortality ! 

K 2 

132 Infinite Greatness of God. 

Born as 'twere but yesterday, 
And to-morrow doomed to die 

Like a dream I pass away. 
Source of being ! how shall I 

Seek Thy high and holy throne, 

Great, unutterable One ? 

Pure and undefiled religion, 

In our God and Father's sight, 
Is, to pour on helpless orphans 

Balm of healing and delight : 
; Tis to visit cheerless widows 

In their darkness and distress : 
This is pure and true religion 

In its power of blessedness. 

Pure and undefiled religion 

Is, amidst the tainted scene, 
To preserve a heart untainted, 

Viceless, spotless, and serene. 
; Tis, amidst the world's defilements, 

To direct our path aright : 
This is pure and true religion 

In its glory and its might. 


IMesstb arc tht xlcab iufro bic hi tht Waxtt. 

Blessed, blessed are the dead 

In the Lord who die — 
Rest the pillow of their head 

While they slumb'ring lie : 
All their earthly labours done, 

Stilled each mortal pain, 
Till the Lord, th' Almighty One, 

Calls them forth again. 

Blessed, blessed are the dead 

In the Lord who die \ 
Radiant is the path they tread 

Upwards to the sky. 
All the deeds of virtue done, 

Deeds of peace and love, 
Now are stars of glory strown, 

Lighting them above. 

(Trust hi 6ab\ 

Father ! whose benignant ear 
Ever to the prayers attending 

Of the humble worshipper, 

Whether from Thy house ascending 

134 Trust in God. 

Or from nature's solitude ; 

Every voice devoutly blending, 
We address Thee, wise and good ! 

At Thy holy altar bending. 

Thou, our fathers' God and ours ! 

Teach us all to love and fear Thee • 
Lead us through life's varied hours 

Fixed on heaven and ever near Thee. 
When our little task is done, 

May our children still revere Thee ; 
So Thy work shall hasten on 

Till assembled worlds shall hear Thee. 

Mtixkh ! to b ere is ibir Sting ': 

Where is thy sting, O Death ! 

Grave ! where thy victory ? 
The clod may sleep in dust beneath, 

The spirit will be free ! 

Both Man and Time have power 
O'er suffering, dying men ; 

But Death arrives, and in that hour 
The soul is freed again. 


Death! where is thy Sting? 135 

Tis comforting to think, 

When sufferings tire us most, 
In the rough stream the bark will sink, 

And suffering's power is lost. 

Then, Death ! where is thy sting ? 

And where thy victory, Grave ? 
O'er your dark bourn the soul will spring 

To Him who loves to save. 

IPg (Limes arc \\\ Z\\y IJanb. 

My times are in Thy hand, and Thou 
Wilt guide my footsteps at Thy will : 

Lord ! to Thy purposes I bow, 
Do Thou Thy purposes fulfil 1 

Life's mighty waters roll along ; 

Thy spirit guides them as they roll : 
And waves on waves impetuous throng 

At thy command, at Thy control. 

We, in the giant stream, are less 

Than dew-drops rising o'er the sea — 

A viewless blank of nothingness 
Amidst a vast infinity. 

136 My Times are in Thy Ha? id. 

Vet in that orbit while Ave move 

Where beams Thy radiance ; while we share 
In the sweet sunshine of thy love, 

We feel that we are something here : 

And, thus encouraged, look to Thee, 
And with a humbled, prostrate will, 

Lord 1 in Thy all-sufficiency 

Would find a claim to love Thee still. 

Sing ! sing ! ye ransomed mortals, sing ! 

We come from heaven — from heaven, and brim 

Glad tidings of great joy to earth ; 
We come from heaven, commissioned there 
Glad tidings of great joy to bear, 

Announcing your Redeemer's birth. 

Yes ! your Redeemer is at hand ; 
Echo the tidings through the land ; 

Your Saviour comes — he comes. — the reign 
Of peace and glory is begun : 
He comes, the Son of peace, the Son 

Of God, his advent shout again. 

Luther s Angel- Song. 137 

Shout ! shout ! thou earth ! — thou heaven repeat 
The notes of joy in transports meet, 

For earth and heaven are one — are one ; 
The Lord of glory bows Him down, 
And He who wears the heavenly crown 

Descends to rule on earth alone. 

601J tbtt present. 

Yes ! Thou art with me, and with Thee 

I cannot be alone, 
For joy shall bear me company, 

And peace shall be my own. 

The solitude Thou hoverest nigh 

Is peopled all with bliss : 
The sandy waste, when Thou art by, 

A verdant landscape is. 

There is no night where Thou art seen : 

Xo light can day afford 
Without Thy rays to gild the scene — 

Without Thy presence, Lord ! 

Be with me ever ! Ever bless, 

And ever guide — and be, 
In life's decay and death's distress, 

On earth, in heaven, with me. 


(bob out Comforter, 

I'll trust my future fate to Thee, 
All-good, all-wise, Almighty One ! 

If Thou control my destiny, 
And I repose on Thee alone, 
I shall be blest — 

Thou, God ! my guardian and my rest. 

The bright, the dark, the twilight hour, 
Awaked by Thee, alike are Thine : 

In each Thy wisdom, love, and power, 
In mingling, gathering beauty shine : 
Shall I rebel 

'Gainst Thee, who orderest all things well ? 

No ! rather shall my soul repose 
On Thee, its pillow, and its trust : 

The Sun that with the Gospel rose 
Wakes immortality from dust ; 
And o'er my head 

Shall its eternal lustre shed. 

^icFtigious Comfort 

A thousand, thousand changing things 
Man's mortal pilgrimage befall ; 

But virtue, but religion, brings 

Sweet hopes and steadfast joys for all. 

Religious Comfort. 139 

The restlessness that cannot sleep, 

Secures a peaceful pillow there \ 
The woes that waste, the thoughts that weep, 

May find a shelter from despair. 

Disheartened hope and wearying care 
And dark distress its smiles control, 

And, like an angel, minister 

To the bright sunshine of the soul. 

And fears subside, and doubts depart, 

And sorrow flits on speedy wing, 
And gentle joy subdues the heart, 

And wakes to peace each slumb 'ring string. 

Then, calmed to silence, every thought 

Brings comfort from vicissitude ; 
And the submissive soul is brought 

To own that all is ri^ht and Lj;ood. 

Ifcirs of <!.>ob anb %mxA ilcirs foitb (llmst. 

Are we not from God descended, 
Guided, guarded, blest by Him? 

May we not, by peace attended, 
Through this earthly twilight dim, 

1 40 Heirs of God and Joint Heirs with Christ. 

Hasten to a morning shining 

O'er the desert of the tomb, 
Where, in sweet repose reclining, 

We may sleep, and then speed home ? 

Heirs of heaven ! on earth possessing 

Hopes sublimer, higher far 
Than the proudest joy and blessing 

Which man's worldly portion are ; 
In the light of virtue speeding 

To our great inheritance — 
God our onward footsteps leading 

Is our glory and defence. 

" 0%thx f doxxfv SIjit Hanxc/' 

: Father ! glorify Thy name," 
Whatsoe'er our portion be ; 
Wheresoever led by Thee, 
If to glory — if to shame — 
" Father ! glorify Thy name." 

Let Thy name be glorified ! 
If in doubt and darkness lost, 
Hope deceived, and purpose crost, 

Nought amiss can e'er betide — 

Let Thy name be glorified ! 

"Father, glorify Thy Name" 141 

" Father ! glorify Thy name ;" 

Vain and blind our wishes are : 
This can be no idle prayer, 
This can be no worthless claim, 
u Father ! glorify Thy name/' 

60b faith $s. 

Am I lonely? No ! with God 
Solitude can ne'er be mine : 

Everywhere my foot hath trod 
Feels His influence divine : 

And where'er I yet may stray, 

He shall guide and light my way. 

Am I cheerless ? Xo ! with Him 
Peace and pleasure lead me on : 

Nought is dark, or drear, or dim, 
Where His sunny rays are thrown ; 

And His presence kindles bright 

Beams of beauty, love, and light. 

Am I helpless? No ! His hand 
Wields the sceptre of all time ; 

Worlds and systems shake or stand, 
Waiting on His nod sublime : 

Yet there's none too mean to share 

All His kindness, all His care. 


Wuwnxtvfot a §I*ssmjy. 

There's good in all the various changes 

That man's mortality befall • 
And wheresoe'er the spirit ranges, 

Death, great reformer ! levels all : 
The pomp that lifts its horn so proudly, 

The wealth that sits with scorn on high, 
The eloquence that talks so loudly, 

Death's storm sweeps off, and passes by. 

There's good in all — and death, that seemeth 

Greatest of mysteries, beams with good : 
Unwisely of his God he deemeth, 

Who, in the mixed vicissitude 
Of earthly joys and earthly sorrows, 

No all-directing influence sees ; 
For heaven-excited wisdom borrows 

Comfort from all life's mysteries. 

parental jprobtbente. 

As gentle children fondly press 
Around their mother's knee, 

So, in my spirit's helplessness, 
I fly, my God ! to Thee : 

Parental Providence. 143 

And. as a mother's cares protect 

Her offspring from alarm, 
Do Thou preserve, do Thou direct, 

Thy children, Lord ! from harm. 

Tis sweet beneath Thy love to be 

In safe and silent rest, 
As sleeps an infant on the knee 

Of her who loves it best : 
Thy love is wiser, kinder far 

Than any earthly tie ; 
Thou knowest all we want, and are, 

And, knowing, wilt supply. 

|estt8 foept. 

He wept, as He approached the place 
Where the departed Lazarus slept ; 

The clouds of sorrow veiled His face. 
And, in His anguish. " Jesus wept." 

sainted are affection's tears. 
And purified from sin or shame : 
Each drop that's shed by virtue bears 
The sanction of the Saviour's name. 

144 Jcsils wept. 

Yet if ye weep, as wept your Lord 

Over His friend — now weep no more \ 

But hear His all-consoling word, 
And dry the tears He dried before : 

" I go before you to prepare 
A mansion of felicity ; 
And where my faithful servants are, 
There shall their Lord and Master be. 

" There shall eternal years renew 

The scenes of peace which death destroys, 
And God in me, and I in you, 
Dwell 'midst unutterable joys." 

(Bbxmng; Dmntr. 

Ye gently-falling dews ! whose mist 
Now wraps the twilight world around, 

Ere darkness is the sovereign, list ! 
And join devotion's vesper sound. 

Thou staid and stately queen ! whose way 
Round earth, and through the azure heaven, 

Serenely thou dost take — my lay 
Of worship publish to the even. 

livening Hymn. 145 

Sweet stars of evening ! as ye shine 
Serenely from yon temple high, 

O join your songs of praise with mine, 
To celebrate the Deity ! 

Come night ! with all your glories, join 

My hymn of adoration — pour 
Your streams of praise, and brighten mine. 

And let us reverently adore. 

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Lord ! to live, to die to Thee, 

Ever, ever to be Thine; 
Now and for eternity; 

Father ! Friend ! to call Thee mine, 
And when death shall overtake me, 

Calmly to repose me there 
Till Thy awful voice awake me, — 

Hear the wish and grant the prayer ! 

If that prayer may soar to Thee, 

Not for wealth, nor power, nor pride, 
Lord ! shall my petition be : 

I would turn my thoughts aside 
From the dreams so vain and idle, 

Y\ nich too long have driven me on ; 
Every wish and passion bridle, 

Fixing them on Thee alone. 


Oc 6rabt wo (terror to % Bxttnons. 

There is no terror in the grave 

For him who, in its gloominess, 
Perceives Thy hand, outstretched to save, 

Thy welcoming smile that waits to bless ; 
For him who knows and feels that he 
Is born for immortality ; 

And, keeping steadfast in his view, 
That bright, sublime, and awful goal, 

Moves all life's course serenely through, 
With humble heart and grateful soul ; 

And gathers from vicissitude 

Virtue and strength, and joy and good. 

The grave to him is but the door 

Where angels wait and say, " All hail ! 

Welcome where grief afflicts no more : 

Come ! thou hast passed life's tearful vale ; 

Now enter on eternity, 

For we are sent to welcome thee." 


SIctj3 jof % (Srabt. 

Yes ! soon away shall death's deep slumbers roll, 
And thou wilt wake, my soul ! 
And He who fashioned thee 

Shall build thee mansions for eternity. * 

The seed may perish in the wintry earth: 

It springs to nobler birth : 

The harvest hour shall come, 
And the Great Harvest-Lord will reap the tomb. 

We shall but slumber long enough to rest 

Our passion-wearied breast; 

And Who our pillow makes 
Shall fill our eyes with light when morning breaks. 

Then shall the idle, transitory things 

Of earth's imaginings 

Fade into mist away, 
And the soul revel in an endless day. 

L 2 


" |f is Msjpir." 

" 'Tis finished/' the Redeemer said, 
And then He bowed His sacred head, 

And then He died. The sun concealed 
His face in darkness — not to see 
That hour of crime and misery — 

And earth with shame and terror reeled. 

The mountains shook — the firmament 
Was in that awful moment rent — 

The graves gave up th' imprisoned dead : 
Yet 'midst those terrors was begun 
Salvation's work, and victory won : 

" 'Tis finished," the Redeemer said. 

" 'Tis finished." In that trying hour, 
Death, sin, and sorrow's mortal power 

Was broken and subdued. Our way 
Is clear to heav'n, and bright : the gloom, 
The dread, the darkness of the tomb, 
Like passing shadows, haste away. 


^boration of the One %xm (SoiL 

Ancient of Ages ! humbly bent before Thee, 

Songs of glad homage, Lord ! to Thee we bring : 
Touched by thy spirit, oh ! teach us to adore Thee, 
Sole God and Father ! Everlasting King ! 
Let Thy light attend us, 
Let Thy grace befriend us, 
Eternal, Unrivalled, All-directing King ! 

Send forth Thy mandate, gather in the nations, 

Through the wide universe Thy name be known : 
Millions of voices shall join in adorations, 
Join to adore Thee, Undivided One ! 
Every soul invited, 
Every voice united, 
United to praise Thee, Undivided One ! 

JfujieraJ Pgmm 

Clay of our departed brother ! 
Mingle with thy former dust: 

Calmly we commit another 

Treasure to the dark grave's trust, 
And to Him who keeps the just. 

150 Funeral Hymn. 

Slumber in thy dormitory; 

Thou hast reached thy earthly goal; 
And may scenes of joy and glory 

Round thine eye in brightness roll ! 

Heaven receive the pilgrim's soul ! 

Soon our steps shall overtake thee, 
Soon the grave our bed shall be; 

When heaven's trumpet shall awake thee, 
O may we awake with thee — 
Heirs of heaven's felicity ! 

Their labours are ended, their duty is o'er, 
The sorrows of life shall disturb them no more ! 
No longer the damps of the midnight shall scathe, 
Nor the pestilent noontide bring sorrow and death. 

Through the darkness and discord of life they have 

And have reached the calm port of their voyage at 

Where the billows are silent, the tempest is stilled, 
And the haven around with serenity rilled. 

Rest of the Grave. 151 

However distress may have trained them below, 
However o'erwhelmed with the breakers of woe, 
They sleep in the stillness of peace — and at length 
Shall awake in the glory of virtue and strength. 

To mourn were ungrateful, with hopes such as this; 
To mourn were unwise, with such promise of bliss : 
\o ! rather we'll joy in their joy — and prepare 
( )n their pillows to rest, in their glory to share. 

Iftarning Pgmtt, 

My earliest thought be turned to Him 
Who, while in slumber's arms I lay, 

Through helpless hours and darkness dim, 
Has brought me safely to the day. 

I slept in safety, for His eye 

Watched round my bed ; and now I'll brinj 
My offering to the Deity; 

And He shall bless the offering. 

And as the morning sun displays 

His growing strength and light, may He 

With life-invigorating rays 
My Sun, my Glory-giver be. 

152 Morning Hymn. 

That sun his splendid journey takes 

Through the high heaven, diffusing joy; 

And then his radiant couch he makes, 
Calm-sinking in the western sky. 

So let me rise, so soar, so sink, 

In peace and beauty. Day, when gone, 
Shall leave a tranquil eve to think 

That He is shining — shining on. 

Close the sabbath-day in joy, 
Close the sabbath-day in praise; 

O how lovely the employ, 

Anthems in God's name to raise ! 

Whose sweet-echoed notes shall chime 

O'er the distant march of time. 

Hallowed shall the record be 

Of devotion's early thought, 
Like a smile of memory 

From the hour of spring-time brought; 
Fragrance-breathed and beauty-shed, 
As from flowers of Eden's bed. 


6flb nur onlg Refuge. 

When my days have told their number, 
Told their tales of joy and pain, 

And from death's concluding slumber 
I shall be aroused again, 

Standing at the eternal bourn — 

Whither, whither shall I turn ? 

When the day of wrath and terror 
Dawns upon the affrighted world, 

Every sin and crime and error 
In a blaze of light unfurled, 

Written on the eternal sky — 

Whither, whither shall I fly? 

Whither but to Thee, whose mercy 
All the clouds is breaking through : 

Great, beyond all controversy, 
Is thy love and pardon too. 

Father ! whither shall we flee — ■ 

Whither, whither but to Thee ? 


Jfasits ibc ^Jag-star, 

Long had the darkness of ages surrounded 
Earth and its sons, when the day-star on high 

Broke from the mists, and with glory unbounded 

, Held its high course through the gratulant sky. 

Angels of peace and of virtue attended, 
Blessing and blest, as it moved on its way ; 

And in its glory that day-star ascended, 

Lighting and cheering the world with its ray. 

O'er us it shines, and shall shine on for ever, 

Fixed like a sun in the centre of all ; 
Never shall darkness o'ershadow us — never 

Sorrow and sadness our hearts shall appal. 
Clouds may roll by — but they cannot conceal it ; 

Tempests may frown — they shall break into light; 
Ages shall fly — but while flying shall hail it, 

Shining and smiling in glory and might. 

L :o 

gift's pHgrimitcjc. 

Lead us with Thy gentle sway, 

As a willing child is led ; 
Speed us on our forward way, 

As a pilgrim, Lord ! is sped ; 
Who, with prayers and helps divine, 
Seeks a consecrated shrine. 

We are pilgrims, and our goal 
Is that distant land whose bourn 

Is the haven of the soul, 

Where the mourners cease to mourn ; 

Where the Saviour's hand will dry 

Every tear from every eye. 

Lead us thither. Thou dost know 
All the way \ but, wanderers, we 

Often miss our path below, 

And stretch out our hands to Thee : 

Guide us, save us, and prepare 

Our appointed mansion there. 


Round us, o'er us, is there aught 
Which can fill our highest thought ; 

Aught which may deserve to be 
With our noblest aims inwrought ? 

Yes ! 'tis Immortality. 

Is there, when the waters roll 
Of affliction o'er our soul ; 

Is there aught whose energy 
Can that rolling tide control ? 

Yes ! 'tis Immortality. 

Whither may the soul repair 
When the blast of worldly care 

Snaps the flower and blights the tree ? 
Where is comfort ? — Tell me where, 

But in Immortality ! 

Immortality shall cheer 

All my path, however drear ; 

And its holy light shall be 
Sunshine, blessed sunshine, here : 

Welcome, Immortality ! 


The hymn of praise, the breath of prayer, 
To Thy high mercy-seat I'll bear \ 

The song, the vow, shall sweetly blend, 
And to Thy holy presence soar ; 
And reverent shall my soul adore 

Thee, Guardian, Saviour, Father, Friend ! 

From every spot of space or time, 
In every tongue and every clime, 

The orisons which calmly seek 
Thy presence, to Thy throne will reach ; 
The trembling hope, the imperfect speech, 

Be welcome, as when angels speak. 

The faintest breath of infant tongues 
Is sweet to Thee as seraph songs ; 

The music of the highest sphere 
Is less divine, less grateful far, 
Than hymns of humble mortals are 

When breaking on Thy hallowed ear. 


Christian Srhtmjjjjs, 

Though laurel crowns and victor wreaths 

Be for the sons of triumph twined ; 
Though song her sweetest music breathes 

For the destroyers of our kind ; 
O let them weep, for time shall sweep 

Their perishable pomp away ; 
O let them mourn, for death shall turn 

The proudest conqueror into clay. 

But there's a deathless coronet 

Wrought for the holy and the wise ; 
And there is music sweeter yet, 

Which never faints and never dies : 
The good may see earth's glory flee ; 

Heaven's ever-living glory theirs ; 
Their path is peace and pleasantness, 

And they are joy's immortal heirs. 

(gJbmr Sinn (j trmixeir ixom <£ab. 

If I aught possess, 'tis Thine ; 

All I have, to Thee I owe \ 
Dare I call my being mine ? 

Life, or breath, or comfort ? No ! 
Lord ! I dedicate to Thee 
All that Thou hast given to me. 

Every Tiling derived from God. 159 

Wilt Thou be my Father yet, 

Kind as Thou hast ever been ? 
And canst Thou thy child forget, 

Wandering through this twilight scene ? 
Never ! O how sweet to rest 
On Thee, kindest, wisest, best ! 

Should my heart a moment fail, 
Should my steps a moment stray, 

Travelling through this tearful vale, — 
Guide me to my wonted way, 

To the way that leads me on 

To Thy glory, to Thy throne. 

(bob, tbe Source of all 6or>b, 

Tis God the Creator whose mercy hath given 
The beauty of earth and the glory of heaven, 
The freshness of ocean, the fragrance of air, 
And all that is wonderful, grateful, and fair. 

He sits on the mountains, flower-sprinkles the meads, 
And onward rejoicing the rivulets leads; 
He bridles the winds, He rules o'er the tides, 
And the stars in their courses unerringly guides. 

i6o God, the Source of all Good. 

He wakens the morning, o'ershadows the eve, 

And the sunbeams from Him all their brightness 

receive \ 
The snows of the winter are His, and the buds 
Which the spring-time calls forth in the gardens and 


And His are the measures of life and of death ; 
We live in His life and we breathe in His breath ; 
We dwell in His keeping : so let us prepare, 
While His will we obey, in His glory to share. 

future toiscln concealed. 

O how wise that God hath hidden 

All the future from our view ! 
O how well that 'tis forbidden 

Coming darkness to look through ! 
If Time's page of hurrying fleetness 

Were unveiled to readers here, 
Joy itself would lose its sweetness, 

Sorrow would become despair. 

Now if storms the ocean cover, 
Hope declares a calm is near 

And when discord's tones are over, 
Softened music meets the ear. 

Future wisely concealed. 161 

If the shadows of affliction 

Round us gather as we go, 
Soon some heavenly benediction 

Wakens peace from slumbering woe. 


O my soul ! a few short moments 
Let us from the world retire \ 

Let us leave these scenes of darkness 
And to brighter scenes aspire : 

Earthly joys are insufficient 
For the scope of thy desire. 

Lo ! the stars that shine so sweetly, 

Lo ! the fair cerulean sky, 
Lo ! the clouds that roll sublimely, 

Call thy holier thoughts on high : 
Thou art born to rise above them \ 

Heavenly is thy destiny. 

Look upon those towering mountains, 
Look upon yon boundless sea, 

Look upon that mighty river, — 
They are images of thee : 

Yet all these shall sink in darkness, 
Thou shalt rise immortally. 


1 62 

|tlorninc( jprmttt* 

Earth throws down her funeral robe, 
Songs and music fill the globe \ 
I, refreshed by sleep, arise, 
Welcomed to morn's melodies. 

Who is He whose hand hath led 
Day from its reposing-bed ? 
Who is He that bids the night 
Fly the calm approach of light ? 

; Tis that gracious hand that first 
Bid the germ of being burst ; 
Poured the waters of the sea, 
Reared yon azure canopy. 

And to crown His mighty plan, 
Breathed His spirit into man ; 
Made him lord of sea and land, 
Placed the sceptre in his hand. 

Sweet it is to feel, to own, 
'Tis the hand of God alone 
Marks our path, from youth to age, 
Guides us through our pilgrimage. 

Often those whom most He loves, 
Most He chastens and reproves — 
Folly leaves to frowardness ; 
Visits virtue with distress. 

Morning Hymn. 163 

Everywhere His power is known, 
Everywhere He reigns alone ; 
And when He, our God. is near, 
Virtue can have naught to fear. 

%\t Sorb's yrawcr. 

C) thou high and holy One ! 
Who in heaven hast fixed Thy throne. 
Whom we God and Father call — 
Father ! dearest name of all : 

Reverenced be that name sublime. 
Through all temples and all time ; 
Thy exhaustless praise rehearse 
Let the unbounded universe. 

May Thy kingdom come, and bless 
All men with its righteousness ; 
Thy blest kingdom from above, 
Raised on peace and joy and love. 

E'en as heaven, let earth fulfil, 
Holy One ! Thy holy will • 
Till the sons of earth shall be 
Fit in heaven to worship Thee. 

M 2 

164 The Lord's Prayer. 

Day by day, O God ! provide 
From Thy bounty, flowing wide, 
Our supplies of daily food, 
Our supplies of earthly good. 

Teach us ever to beware ; 
Keep us from temptation's snare ; 
Let us never tread the way 
Where our feet would slip or stray. 

i*TO Imtrs. 

Happy hour in which I rise 
From the mists of selfish cares, 

From this vale of vanities, 

From this scene of woes and tears, 

Seeking a sublimer goal 

For a heaven-aspiring soul. 

Happy hour in which I hold 

Sweet communion with my God ; 

When the book of life, unrolled, 
Shows the upward, onward road, 

Which conducts to heaven, where rest, 

Peace, and joy, await the blest. 

Happy Hours. 165 

Happy hour in which I taste 
Some sweet promise of the day, 

Which the present and the past 
Light with hope's serenest ray ; 

Throwing o'er a future bliss 

All the brightest beams of this. 

^bbcnt of (tbrisi 

Single Voice. 

Lo ! He comes, the Lord of glory, 
Peace and triumph in His train ; 
Lo ! He comes, by angels guarded, 
Over all the earth to reign : 

Death and darkness 
Would arrest His course in vain. 


Lo ! He comes, the Lord of glory, 
Sin and sorrow scattering far ; 

Lo ! He comes, and at His presence, 
Woe retires and wasting war. 
How before Him ; 

Bow before yon orient Star ! 

1 66 Advent of Clirist. 

Lo ! He comes, the Lord of glory, 
Shouts of joy His path attend ; 

Lo ! He comes. Let tribes and nations, 
Grateful and rejoicing, bend. 
He has triumphed, 

Saviour — Conqueror — Master — Friend. 

The secret — nay, the silent prayer, 
Which the meek spirit wafts above, 

Will meet with sweet acceptance there, 
And bloom around the throne of love ; 

As buds which spring-time sunshine bids 

Burst through their wintry coverlids. 

The eloquence that charms the ear, 
The songs of art which fascinate, 

Can give no upward wings to prayer, 
Nor speed it through the Eternal's gate. 

To Him, the music of the bee 

Is sweeter than man's vanity. 

He is not deaf to human praise, 
When human praises are sincere ; 

He turns not to the lowliest lays 
Of humble souls a careless ear : 

O no ! Devotion's sainted tone 

Is met with welcome at His throne. 



Devotion's hour is swiftly past, 

Yet memory keeps its joy enshrined : 

And its blest influence long will last, 
Like summer-sunshine on the mind. 

If seeds are sown — though they appear 
Deep buried — they will sprout anew, 

And bring a blessed harvest there : 

By sunbeams warmed, and fed with dew. 

It works unseen, it spreads unknown, 

But works and spreads with growing strength : 

And towering in its course alone, 

'Twill rear its head to heaven at length. 

Xor clouds, nor storms, nor damps, nor blight. 

Its ever-gathering strength impede; 
It rises, like a pile of light, 

Or everlasting pyramid. 


|) rib ate gcbotiniT. 

There are no hours so sweet as those 
When the tired spirit finds repose 

In the calm peace of virtuous thought, 
And makes the heart a throne, where God 
And goodness make their blest abode ; 

While sin and folly are forgot. 

O only then, if ever, then 

Doth God delight to dwell with men, 

And men become almost divine ; 
When heaven's own purity can chase 
Defilement from its dwelling-place, 

And consecrates man's bosom-shrine. 

O teach and train my spirit, Lord ! 
With Thy own wisdom and Thy word, 

To welcome and to watch for Thee ; 
And in its hour of virtue come 
And make my heart a heaven, a home 

For Thy own peace and purity. 


gjc cannot scrbc 60b antr |ttammon. M 

Not a broken, brief obedience 

Doth the Lord of heaven demand; 

He requires your whole allegiance, 

Words and deeds, and heart and hand : 

God will hold divided sway 

With no deity of clay. 

Wealth and pomp and power are idols 
Worshipped by their devotees : 

But religion's influence bridles 
All esteem for things like these : 

They are trappings meant to hide 

The deformities of pride. 

He who onward moves, pursuing 
Patiently his heavenward road, 

'Midst the rocks, and 'midst the ruin 
Which perplex the path to God — 

Not by hope or fear betrayed, 

Nor allured by vain parade: 

He who, 'midst the world's delusions, 
Keeps his heart serene and free, 

Sheltered safe from the intrusions 
Of unhallowed vanity ; — 

He, heaven's crown of bliss shall wear, 

He, earth's brightest portion share. 


Aspirations after ^raijr. 

The blank, exhausting pleasure leaves, 
Nought but the power of truth can fill, 

When disappointed virtue grieves 
O'er hopeless purpose, helpless will : 

Xo light to guide its steps is given, 

But in a ray direct from heaven. 

Th' enjoyments of the senses pall, 

The charms of wealth grow dull and dim ; 

Tis vanity and folly all — - 

Man finds they were not made for him ; 

They were not made to satisfy 

A spirit that would soar so high ; — 

So high, that neither space nor time 
Can bound its view nor stop its flight ; 

So high, that in its course sublime 
It seeks the fountain-head of light ; 

And cannot rest but near the seat 

Of all that's glorious, wise, and great. 


(Trust in 05otr. 

Fear not, faint not, though thou stray 
In thy doubts and thy distress ; 

God can make a flowery way 
Even through the wilderness. 

Faint not, fear not, e'en if woe 
Devastate thy path around ; 

God can make the streamlet flow 
Even o'er the barren ground. 

If He lead thee, if He guide, 

Cease thy doubt, thy sorrows cease : 

For thy course is sanctified, 
And its end is joy and peace. 

^ast, present, anb future. 

By what a charm is life attended, 

Led from activity to rest, 
The past, the future, sweetly blended, 

To make the present blest ! 

The memories of the time departed, 
The hopes that light the days to come, 

Life — busy, brief, and eager-hearted, 
And death — a quiet home. 

1/2 Past, Present, and Future, 

Yet, in its earthly course, the spirit 
Through all creation's orbit flies, 

And its expansive powers inherit 
Two vast eternities, — 

The eternity unrolled before us, 
The volumes of recorded time ; 

The light of ages beaming o'er us, 
Instructive and sublime : 

And that eternity whose portal 
Is opened by the book of truth, 

Where man and virtue are immortal, 
And wear immortal youth. 

Virtue its oimx ilcfoarfc. 

Psalm xv. 

In Thy bright tabernacle, God ! 

Who shall learn and teach Thy will ? 
And who shall make his blest abode, 

Almighty ! in Thy holy hill ? 

Tis he who treads in virtue's ways, 

Tis he who does what's just and right, 

'Tis he whom falsehood ne'er betrays — 
Truth his devotion and delight. 

Virtue its own Reward. 173 

He wills no harm, he does no wrong ; 

His neighbour's interest is his own ■ 
In honesty and honour strong : 

These are his guides, and these alone. 

He with the godless never walks, 

For God is ever in his view ; 
His tongue of truth and virtue talks — 

His heart is truth and virtue too. 

Generous and kind, disposed to lend — 

Ready to give and to forgive ; 
The poor man's hope — the poor man's friend 

He lives, and he shall ever live. 

*Cife fleeting untr bain. 

On ! on ! our moments hurry by 
Like shadows of a passing cloud, 

Till general darkness wraps the sky, 

And man sleeps senseless in his shroud. 

He sports, he trifles time away, 
Till time is his to waste no more : 

Heedless he hears the surges play, 
And then is dashed upon the shore. 

1/4 Life fleeting and vain. 

He has no thought of coming days, 

Though they alone deserve his thought : 

And so the heedless wanderer strays, 

And treasures nought, and gathers nought. 

Though Wisdom speak — his ear is dull ; 

Though Virtue smile — he sees her not ; 
His cup of vanity is full ; 

And all besides forgone — forgot. 

In griefs deep solitude, we turn 

To Thee our God ! and thence prefer 

The prayers of those who, doomed to mourn, 
Seek comfort from the Comforter. 

Teach us to feel that all is right, 

Since all is guided from above ; 
A father's hand could never smite 

But with a father's gentle love. 

When friends depart — and hopeless woe 
The soul of sorrow seems to burst ; 

Father ! to Thee, to Thee they go, 

To Thee, from whom they came at first. 

Loss of Friends. 175 

And if on earth their lives were peace, 
Though earth's abode so darksome be ; 

How infinite their blessedness, 

Wafted to heav'n, to joy, to Thee ! 

Cessans of (Time far (Bicrnitir. 

Man is not left untold, untaught, 

Untrained by Heav'n to heavenly things ; 

No ! ev*ry fleeting hour has brought 
Lessons of wisdom on its wings ; 

And ev'ry day bids solemn thought 
Soar above earth's imaginings. 

In life, in death, a voice is heard, 

Speaking in Heaven's own eloquence, 

That calls on purposes deferred, 

On wand'ring thought, on wildering sense. 

And bids reflection, long interred, 
Arouse from its indifference. 

The present, future, and the past, 
It offers to our thoughtless eye ; 

That present is too short to last — 
That past is gone for ever by : 

That future comes — a stormy blast 
That sweeps us to eternity. 


Spirit of devotion, come ! 
Make and consecrate a home 

In the hearts that now 
Reverent and grateful meet 
At the Almighty's altar-feet, 

And adoring bow. 

Purify those hearts within — 
Shades of doubt and taints of sin 

Purify and chase ; 
Let them ; neath Thine influence be, 
O our God ! for truth and Thee 

Fit abiding place. 

Thou — devotion's soul ! inspire, 
Hallowed thought and pure desire ! 

Of this mortal clod 
Build an altar — rear a dome — 
And a temple, and a home, 

For the living God ! 


% ffl,m ITlan — frmlfts upon a Eoch. 

He builds his house upon the sand, 

Who builds, great God ! on aught but Thee ! 

He is a wanderer in the land, 

Who seeks for any guiding hand 
But Thine — our best security. 

He builds his house upon a rock, 

Who makes Thy word his hope and trust : 
And flood and flame and tempest shock 
In vain will rage, — they cannot rock 
The steadfast temple of the just. 

So would I build — and dwell serene 

"Midst wrecks and storms — the mountain-base 
Is not more firm. Time's busy scene 
Shall glide along — till death's dark screen 

Be spread around our resting-place. 

And then a day — a brighter day 
Shall dawn above the snowy hills, 

That frown upon the grave. Away, 

Away, despair ! — Even now its ray 
The path of life with splendour fills. 


i 7 8 

Ipfe in ^§ml\. 

Dying is but a second birth, 
In which the darksome coil of earth 
Is shuffled off by mortal men — 
And the freed spirit lives again. 

The damp, uncomfortable tomb 
Is only nature's second womb, 
Where man in embryo sleeps, till born 
A new existence to adorn. 

To die in faith, is to begin 
A journey freed from care and sin ; 
; Tis the first step to bliss — a bliss 
Unthought of in a world like this. 

To die in hope, is to receive 

The brightest prize that Heaven can give ; 

To enter on a scene of joy 

That time can damp not nor destroy. 

Faith, untrained to works, is nought ! 

Idle are the soundest creeds ; 
Christian faith is holy thought — 

Christian merit, righteous deeds. 

Faith and Works. 179 

If the purest doubting bow, 

Struggling after heavenly bliss, 
Shall the wretch converted now 

Claim its joys as surely his? 

As the growing tree takes root, 
Springing, blooming, bearing; so 

Do the leaves, the flowers, the fruit 
In the soil of virtue grow. 

Truth is gentle in its sway, 

Calm and still its onward stream, 

And the spark which shines to-day 
Kindles a to-morrow's beam. 

Tis no torrent from a height, 
Tis no tempest's rugged shock, 

Tis no flash of fatal light 

Scorching fields and blasting rock. 

Soft its steps, and mild its mien, 

As when twilight's urn above 
Pours on earth's awakening scene 

More and more of light and love. 

N 2 


§0iT0 of % Crwmpfrant tfjpxgjxan. 

My task of duty's done, 

The glorious fight is won, 
My course is finished — and I look on high : 

And now, Almighty Lord ! 

I wait the great reward, 
The crown of glory, which can never die. 

The coronal of bliss, 

Which now my portion is, 
Thou hast laid up for ages in Thy care : 

I see it green and bright, 

With flowers of living light, 
And stretch my eager hand and long to wear. 

The intolerable chain 

Of downward thoughts, in vain, 
In vain would fetter me to mortal things : 

I break away from earth, 

Called to a nobler birth, 
And I am borne aloft on faith's immortal wings. 


(Train tins |#iM bus tin Snn ai <&altl" 

" Surely 'tis the Son of God !" 

Thus the Roman soldier spoke 
As the earth on which he trod 

Trembled, and the lightnings broke 
Through a mid-day darkness — when 

Jesus on the cross His breath 
Yielded up for mortal men, 

Triumphing o'er sin and death. 

" Surely 'tis the Son of God !" 

Shall our grateful hearts repeat, 
While along life's rugged road 

Hopes, ineffable and sweet, 
From that cross in glory beam : 

In our grief, and gloom, and care, 
Still our thoughts shall turn to bim, 

( rath'ring peace and comfort there. 

£Ik ilcsurrcctioiT. 

He lives ! he lives ! Let joy again 
Take up its rest with ransomed men : 
The grave is void — the victory his ; 
And his the glory — ours the bliss. 

1 82 The Resurrection. 

His tomb is bright with love and peace, 
And gladness springs from face to face ; 
For he has freed us from the yoke, 
And all death's heaviest fetters broke. 

And doubts and darkness now are fled : 
Ye mourners ! mourn not for the dead ; 
The dead have triumphed. Come and see 
The trophies of their victory. 

That glorious victory all who bear 
The privileged name of man may share. 
; Tis ours ! 'tis ours ! Come, join to sing 
The anthem of our conquering King. 

Crabcllcr's Ijijmn. 

I wander through a foreign land. 

And still Thy love is mine ; 
And, guided by Thy gracious hand, 

I feel that I am r I nine. 

My soul rejoices, Lord ! to know 
I dwell beneath Thy care ; 

And wheresoe'er I chance to go, 
The all-present Friend is there. 

Traveller s Hymn. 183 

So let me ever, ever dwell, 

As knowing Thou art nigh, 
And see Thee, though invisible, 

Where'er I turn my eye. 

For this is wisdom — all the rest 

Is scarcely worth a thought : 
He with Thy presence, Lord ! is blest, 

Who seeks Thee as he ought. 

And he who seeks Thee thus shall find, 

Where'er his lot may be ; 
Thou art throughout all space enshrined. 

And all eternity. 

6oir jofacr aJOL 

Life and motion, breath, and being, 

All by God are given ; 
He, all-guiding and all-seeing, 

He, the Lord of Heaven, 
Fashions at His will our lot, 
Changing not and erring not. 

Sometimes through a vale of sadness, 
Dim and dark and fearful; 

Sometimes o'er the plains of gladness, 
Flowery, fresh, and cheerful; 

Vet He ever is the same, 

Love His attribute, His name. 

184 God over all. 

All our various paths are tending 

To one dormitory; 
Death in common ruins blending 

Poverty and glory: 
O'er the grave the hills arise 
Of the eternal paradise. 

Isaiah lxvi. 

The heaven's my throne, saith the Lord our God, 
Although my feet the earth have prest; 

But where have I built my own abode, 
And where is the place of my rest ? 

The world is the work of my own right hand; 

The things that were, the things that are, 
And the things that shall be, I command, 

While I sit in my strength afar. 

I look from the height of my glory-shrine, 
And laugh at human pomp and pride: 

While I bid the smile of blessing shine 
On the lowliest valley's side. 

My spirit shall dwell in the poor man's home, 
His peace, his hope, his joy shall be, 

And a dawn of bliss from days to come 
Be bright with eternity. 


6ob alfarags nxjgb. 

Our God is nigh; 
He watches all we think or do: 
Rolls o'er all time His penetrating eye, 
And tracks the round our steps pursue. 

By night, by day, 
Waking or sleeping — o'er the sea, 
Up to the heaven — where'er thou take thy way. 
Down to the grave — He follows thee. 

Thou canst not hide 
From Him thy weakness or thy strength ; 
His guardian angel tarries at thy side, 
And guides thee to thy home at length. 

The joys, the cares 
Which crowd our earthly being here, 
He portions in His wisdom, and forbears 
When heavier than our strength can bear. 

All we possess 
Is His — and all we hope for, His: 
Pilgrims of earth, His holy name we 1 
And look to Heaven for peace and bliss. 

1 86 

Bnlm of %mt. 

The days of mortal man 

Are vain, and swiftly gone; 
Yet virtuous thoughts and deeds 
May hallow ev'ry one; 
There's not a day 
Or hour but brings 
Or truth or j oy 
Upon its wings. 

We waste our fleeting lives, 
Indifferent to the thought 
That our eternal fate 

In this brief scene is wrought : 
The hours of earth 
Contain the doom — 
The awful doom — 
Of time to come. 

Then let us lose no more 

The precious moments giv'n 
To pilgrims of the earth 

To light their way to heav'n : 
But sanctify 
Such hours as this, 
And fit our souls 
For heav'nly bliss. 


1 (This HTortal sball put on ^mmortalttp. 

When shall mortal man be crowned, 

Crowned with immortality? 
Shadows here our path surround ; 

Nothing is reality. 
Mists and darkness cover us — 

When shall they disperse ? 
Waves and storms roll over us — 

O'er the universe. 

Scenes like these shall pass away, 

Brighter scenes succeeding them ; 
Angels bring a cloudless day, 

Joy and promise leading them. 
Then shall heaven's reality 

All its glories shed — 
Then shall immortality 

Gather round our head. 



With tlr angelic armies, we 

How the head and bend the knee ; 

Ever singing praise to Thee, 

Singing praise to Thee alone. 
Round Thy throne when we appear, 
Hear our mingled voices, hear, 
Everlasting One ! 

1 88 Praise. 

Thou art far beyond the reach 

Of all thought, or song, or speech ; 

Yet 'tis thus we learn and teach 

How to love Thee more and more. 
'Tis a privilege high and great 
To approach Thy holy seat, 
Humbly to adore. 

Thus adoring, we would try 
(Feebly and unworthily) 
From Thy glory-fount on high 

Some faint rays of light to steal. 
God and Father ! grant the ray 
To illume our earthly way, 
And Thy laws reveal. 

We stand upon the grave, but thou 
Hast passed its awful portal now : 
We daily die. Heaven gives to thee 
A life of immortality. 

Sleep on in peace ; for now in vain 
Would woe disturb thy peace again ; 
And thou art landed on the shore 
Where sorrow's billows break no more. 

Funeral Hymn. 189 

We follow thee. Thy course was fleet, 
And fleet is ours — thy rest is sweet, 
As ours shall be. Make haste, prepare 
A pillow for thy followers there. 

While wandering here, our heart shall keep 
Thy memory in its mansions deep ; 
And when that mansion shall decay, 
'Twill mingle with thy holy clay. 

And He who wept His friend, as we 
Weep ours, shall our Redeemer be, 
And wake us in that morn which brings 
Eternity upon its wings. 

^bbcrsiiir saluiurir. 

Both joy and sorrow come from Thee, 
Who in our life's variety 

Dost good with seeming evil blend : 
Thou wakest peace from suffering, 
And sadness and affliction bring 

Sweet hope and blessing in the end. 

The cloud may sometimes hide Thy hand, 
And o'er the course which Thou hast planned 

Thick mists and midnight darkness rest ; 
Yet Thou dost take Thine onward way, 
Dispensing light and wakening day, 

And blessing all as Thou art blest. 

19° Adversity salutary. 

Adversity refines the soul, 
Opens the watercourse where roll 

The waves of after-joy. It sweeps 
The earth's defilements as it flows, 
And smooths the grave for sweet repose, 

Where the world-wearied pilgrim sleeps. 

(framtoxt in (BoVn <&aalmtttii. 

He who in nature's desolate distress 

Hath felt his helplessness, 
And, looking out for comfort all around, 

No single ray has found, 
Till he hath turned to Heaven his earnest prayer, 
And sought, nor sought in vain, for comfort there ;- 

He only knows how blessed a relief 

Heaven keeps for human grief; 
He only feels how woe is sanctified 

When most severely tried ; 
And gathers from its sternest discipline 
Hopes beyond earth, and joys almost divine. 

In all the sorrows that overwhelm us here 

God's kindness and His care 
Are ever beaming brightly. Good for man 

The end of every plan 
And every purpose. Woe, in scenes like this, 
Moves through vicissitude to perfect bliss. 


ffXx* trcntb(et). 

When the great Apostle spoke 

To Judea's tyrant lord, 
Felix trembled as he woke 

Conscience, with his awful word. 

When he told of fraud and wrong, 
Sin and shame and judgment near, 

Felix trembled as his tongue 
Laid the cherished vices bare. 

When he reasoned thus — " Canst thou 

Judgment shun, who shunn'st not crime ? ' 

Felix trembling cried, " Not now ; 
Wait a more convenient time ! " 

Did that season ever come? 

No ! his heart was seared and steeled ; 
No ! death sped the sinner home, 

Unrepenting — unannealed. 

There is no convenient time 

In the future. Now — to-day, 
You may wake, may conquer crime ; 

But, alas ! to-morrow — nay ! 


" MJbctbtr libmg 01* Wing, toe im ttjpne." 

To Thee alone we live, 

To Thee alone we die ; 
Do Thou, O Lord ! Thy spirit give, 

Both life and death to sanctify. 

The busy march of time, 

And death's unbroken sleep, 
Vouch for Thy purposes sublime, 

And all Thy holy mandates keep. 

Thine eye is never closed : 

The present, future, past, 
But act the parts Thou hast proposed, 

All leading on to bliss at last. 

The world in love began, 

Through love its mazes tend, 
And change but leads immortal man 

To an unchanging, joyful end. 

Lord ! let us live to Thee, 

And, dying, let us hear 
The welcome of eternity, 

And heav'n's sweet anthems echoing near. 


"Cjrg Mill be bone." 

Lord ! to Thy holy will I bow me, 

In infantine simplicity ; 
O lead me, Father ! nor allow me 

To wander e'en a step from Thee ; 
For all Thy will, when understood, 
Is infinitely wise and good. 

And if sometimes affliction cloud it, 
And darkness gather round Thy way, 

The mists which veil, the glooms which shroud it, 
Will brighten into light and day, 

And manifest Thy love the more, 

As stars earth's midnight shining o'er. 

Tempests and vapours, clouds and twilight. 

Thy present purposes fulfil, 
Till heaven's serene, undying daylight 

Bursts on the world — it waits Thy will : 
Till then we wait. Do Thou control, 
While we obey, and ages roll. 


Out Z\m) itka mag hi &m in; ®s^ 

From house to house the apostles went, 
With arms of truth and words of power, 

By their great Master trained and sent, 
His own beatitude to shower 

Around them — wheresoever they trod — 

The spirit and the might of God. 

Distress, disease, and discontent, 
And ignorance, and fear, and vice, 

Fled from their path, and virtue lent 
Its influence to the sacrifice 

Of all the world deems good, to claim 

A heritage of woe and shame. 

We follow in their steps ; the light 

Which filled their hearts and led their way 

Now beams on us, as fair and bright 
As once on them ; and we, as they, 

May onward guide and onward go — 

Torches to cheer this vale below. 

Then to our labour, for the night 
Is coming, and the evening wanes, 

And death will blast, and time will blight, 
Our noblest hopes, our wisest plans. 

Life is a web — a shade — a breath — 

And there's lone: solitude in death. 


' M iuU( not Icabe t)ou comfortless." 


" I will not leave you comfortless : " 
So the benignant Saviour said ; 
Xo ! still He loves to cheer and bless, 
And, round His faithful followers' head, 
Streams of eternal light to shed. 

To Him in sorrow's hour I'll go, 

And those sweet words of peace recall, 

To heal my wounds, to soothe my woe : 
Like honeyed balsam they will fall, 
And chase all earthly misery — all. 

" I will not leave you comfortless : ; ' 

With thoughts like these the soul may rest, 
And smile, unsaddened by distress, 
And still the agitated breast, 
And feel that pain itself is blest. 

3Cincs abbrcssctr to $, ii. 

In this busy world, where the trial and test 
Is to do what we can, — ever doing our best ; 
We may think of that teacher, the best of the good, 
Whose sweetest reward was, " She did what she 


" He was there alone," when even 

Had round earth its mantle thrown, 
Holding intercourse with heaven : 
" He was there alone." 

There His inmost heart's emotion 
Made He to his Father known • 

In the spirit of devotion 
Musing there alone. 

So let us, from earth retiring, 

Seek our God and Father's throne, 

And, to other scenes aspiring, 
Train our hearts, alone. 

Thus, when time its course hath ended, 
And the joys of earth are flown. 

We, by hope and bliss attended, 
Shall not be alone. 



Abstraction from all thought, all care, all love 

A house to God the Monarch built . 

Am I lonely ? No ! with God 

Ancient of Ages ! humbly bent before Thee . 

And time rolls on ! time charged with the redressin 

Are we not from God descended 

As gentle children fondly press 

As planets round the central sun 

As when the deluge waves were gone 

A thousand, thousand changing thing 

Await not with dismay . 








Beyond the immeasurable space 

I, blessed are the dead . 
Both joy and sorrow come from Thee 
Bow down thine ear, Almighty One 
By what a charm is life attended 



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Can a vast interest veil a monstrous curse 
Christ is risen and death subdued . 


Index to First Lines. 

Christ is risen from the dead — he is risen 
Clay of our departed brother . 
Clay to clay, and dust to dust . 
Close the Sabbath day in joy . 
Come thy kingdom ! of all blessings 
Come to the waters ye who thirst . 
Come, ye blessed of my Father 
Could I mount on seraph's wing 
Creator and Preserver, God . 







Devotion's hour is swiftly past 
Dying is but second birth 


Earth's transitory things decay 
Earth throws down her funeral robe 
Ever present in thy sight 

. 16 

1 F. 

Faith, untrained to works, is naught 
Father and Friend ! thy light, thy love 
Father! glorify Thy name 
Father, I bend before thy sacred shrine 
Father ! thy paternal care 
Father ! whose benignant ear . 
Fear not, faint not, though thou stray 
For whom but Thee, to whom but Thee 
From hollo west things the harshest noises 
From house to house the apostles went . 
From the recesses of a lowly spirit 
From the sacred banks, where Ganges . 



Index to First Lines. 



God is love ! His mercy brightens 
Grandest of heritages, to be taught 



Happy hour in which I rise . 
Have ye never heard His voice 
Have ye not seen? have ye not heard 
Hear my cry, O God ! attend 
Heaven's great triad still abideth . 
He builds his house upon the sand . 
He in heaven who ever liveth . 
He is not here — He is not here 
He lives ! he lives ! Let joy again . 
He was there alone, when even 
He wept, as He approached the place 
He who in nature's desolate distress 
He who walks in virtue's way 
How much the uncharitable leaven 
How shall we praise Thee, Lord of light 
How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound . 


If all our hopes and all our fears . 

If I aught possess, 'tis Thine. 

If in the vast material world . 

If the hours of life are fleeting 

If to deny that God hath cursed the child 

If we may breathe a prayer to Thee 

I heard a voice which sweetly said . 

I know not why a well-trained mind 

I'll trust my future fate to Thee 

In grief's deep solitude we turn 

In our unreason and unrest . 

In the apocalyp.-e sublime 


Index to First Lines. 

In the Cross of Christ I glory 

In the spirit of devotion ..... 

In this busy world, where the trial and test 

In Thy bright tabernacle, God 

I saw, and gladness through my heart's folds ran 

I's it not death to summon all . 

Is it not strange that men who loudest boast . 

Is life a stormy, painful road .... 

I wander through a foreign land 

I will not leave vou comfortless 





Jesus lives, and we in him 



Keep the unity of spirit . 
Kind Father of the human race 
Know the minutest grain of sand 



Lead me through this rugged way . 
Lead us with Thy gentle sway 
Let Thy gracious spirit reach us 
Let Thy servant now depart . 
Life and motion, breath and being . 

Like morning dew 

Little by little groping through 
Lo ! he comes, the Lord of glory . 
Long had the darkness of ages surrounded 
Look to Jesus — sufferings gather . 
Lord ! I believe : but if a doubt . 
Lord, in the unbeginning years 
Lord ! to live, to die to Thee . 
Lord ! to Thy holy will I bow me . 






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Index to First Lines. 



Man is not left untold, untaught 

Man is not wholly vile though he . 

Mark the virtuous man, and see 

My earliest thought be turned to Him 

My task of duty's done . 

My times are in Thy hand, and Thou 

My wife ! my children ! when death's hour is come 








Not a broken, brief obedience 121 

Not in shifting undulations ........ 40 

Not with terror do we meet ....... 77 

Now tell me what is chivalry ....... 46 

Now the sun is sinking fast ....... 86 


O could our art or our desire 121 

O garland not the worthless weeds 42 

Ohne hast und ohne Rast 38 

O how wise that God hath hidden 160 

Oh ! sweet it is to know, to feel 84 

O humble thy heart in His sight 29 

O let my trembling soul be still 83 

O my soul ! a few short moments 161 

One and universal Father 63 

One! One! One! art Thou ....... 127 

On light beams flowing from above ..... 4 

On ! on ! our moments hurry by . . . . -173 

Onward! forward! upward! heavenward . . . .18 

O sweet and sacred is the rest 112 

O there are hours so dark and dull 115 

O the world is full of woe ....... 28 

O Thou high and Holy One ! 163 

O Thou ! whose smiling face of light ..... 91 

Our God is nigh ......... 185 

Our lives are into cvcles cast 11 

202 Index to First Lines. 


Ours is a lovely world ! Where'er . . . . . .no 

O what a strange, a fearful strife 126 

' P. 

Passing Berytus' ancient strand 53 

Peace, my soul ! why doubt or fear 89 

Peace with God, through Christ our Lord .... 10 

Pure and undefiled religion ....... 132 


Rejoice with trembling ! yet rejoice 4 

Reviving sleep ! thy sheltering wing 84 

Round us, o'er us, is there aught 156 

Rouse thee, O my spirit, rouse thee 103 

Short is the reign of summer flow'rs 
Sing no more the song of Moses 
Sing ! sing ! ye ransomed mortals, sing 
Spirit of devotion, come . 
Spring is but another birth 
Strange faith ! strange fancy ! that can revel 
Surely 'tis the Son of God 

Teach us to pray ! attentive at His word 
That Christ who o'er His Lazarus wept. 
The age for damning, dogmatizing creeds 
The blank, exhausting pleasure leaves .... 

The days of mortal man 

The earth, and all the earth contains .... 

The Gospel is preached to the poor .... 

The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God ! attune their evenin 
hymn ......... 

The heaven's my throne, saith the Lord our God . 

The hymn of praise, the breath of prayer 

'I heir labours are ended, their duty is o'er 

The life of Christ !— that loveliest book .... 





Index to First Lines. 


The minstrel harp of Poetry . 

The multifarious blessings Heaven has given 

The offerings to Thy throne which rise . 

The old have had their days of hope 

There are no hours so sweet as those 

There is no terror in the grave 

There's good in all the various changes . 

There's no retreat from sin — no spot 

The restless— restless sea 

There was a day in ancient time 

The secret — nay, the silent prayer . 

The strong and sovran links that bind . 

The summer was made by Thee 

They are not gone — whom death's dark shroud 

Thou, and Thou alone, canst tell . 

Thou art my God, and Thou alone 

Though laurel crowns and victor wreaths 

Though the stream of being floweth 

Thou, whose high praise in heaven and earth is sung 

Thy will be done ! In devious way 

" 'Tis finished !" the Redeemer said 

'Tis God the Creator whose mercy hath given 

'Tis not the gift— but 'tis the spirit . 

'Tis the same great all-influencing Cause 

To labour is to pray — a truth . 

To Thee alone we live .... 


Under the canopy of holy thought . 

Undivided Unity 

the Gospel's sacred pa^e 








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Wake, slumberer, wake! repent, repent! 
Watchman ! tell us of the night 
Welcome the hour of sweet repose. 
We stand upon the grave, but thou 




Index to First Lines. 

We walk by faith, and not by sight 
We walked in darkness, but at last . 
What is our duty here? to tend 
What is the future of mankind 
What is truth? said Pilate, groping 
What need we care for when or where 
When before thy throne we kneel . 
When first the Almighty Father's thought 
When my days have told their number 
When shall mortal man be crowned 
When the arousing call of Morn . 
When the great Apostle spoke 
When the storms of sorrow gather 
When wakened by Thy voice of power 
Where is thy sting, O Death . 
W T here ? Tell me what shall be the spot 
Where'er the foot of man hath trod 
While through life's tangled paths you rove 
Whither, whither shall we go ? 
W T ho is my Christian brother linked with 
Why is the voice of wisdom hushed 
Why should dreams so dark and dreary 
W T ith gentle words and gracious look 
W r ith th' angelic armies, we . 


Ye gently-falling dews ! whose mist 

Yes ! hopeful — trustful— onward ever 

Yes! soon away shall death's deep slumber roll 

Yes ! Thou art with me, and with Thee . 

You tell me Adam fell,— he fell 

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